What made the home even more distinctive were its hardwood floors, decorative stairs, multi-colored walls, patterned ceilings, and its steep roofing.
Throughout the house were Victorian and modern furnishings, African and Native-American paintings, and exquisitely handcrafted treasures from every corner of the world.
It was never quite clear who owned the house. The neighbors assumed the couple was the rightful title-holders, but when they disappeared, several people showed an interest in buying the property, but when individuals did a title search, there were too many roadblocks. Therefore, interested parties never proceeded with the purchase.
In 2003, the house was valued at five hundred thousand dollars. Three years later, the asking price would probably be close to seven hundred thousand dollars. Nevertheless, as time went by, folks lost interest in the house and the odd couple, but soon that would all change.
A storm was about to pass through, and if the community was lacking in new chitchat, they were about to be hit with the biggest scandal that would make a soap opera look like child's play.
It was now 2006, and spring was in full swing. Flowers were blooming, and trees were thriving.
High school seniors were preparing for their final exams, prom night, and graduation. Couples were looking forward to their impending June weddings.
The community was scheduling events for the coming months. There were planned street festivals, concerts, and block parties.
People were going about their daily lives. No one noticed that someone had moved into the old Victorian house. What captured their attention were the red curtains in all the windows.
At last, someone bought the house, many thought.
Most neighbors were surprised, because they had no idea the house was back on the market. Even the block association was clueless. Yet, everyone was delighted that the property was no longer vacant, which could have been an inducement for squatters.
It was Sunday morning, and people were going about their business or to their houses of worship. Suddenly, a limousine pulled up in front of the Victorian home. A stunning and tall woman, sporting designer sunglasses, stepped out of the limo.
She was carrying a posh black leather handbag and wearing a green silk scarf around her head, a tight-fitting burgundy dress, and red high heel shoes. To say she was not fashionable would have been false. She definitely turned heads.
Because the house was on the main highway, cars were slowing down to steal a look at her. Men were gawking and drooling like roosters watching over the hen house, and women were downright appalled.
Her dress was so short that everyone saw what she had for breakfast, lunch, and dinner. If she were a camera, she would have snapped everyone's picture. The limo driver escorted her to the door and left. She smiled and entered the house.