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He turned and made his way back down the pathway. Here was a crack, there a rock missing, dead patches of grass all along the pathway. Neglected. The house looked even worse. The porch looked like an accident that was waiting to happen. The steps creaked more than it should, the poles were loose… More than once Lee-Anne stumbled over an exposed nail. Once she almost fell all the way down the stairs. Luckily she got hold of the railing that, thank God, did not topple down the stairs with her. Michael opened the swing door, if you could still call it that; it was hanging by one hinge only. He closed the front door with a bit of effort. The untreated wooden door got wet at the bottom when there was a flood in the neighbourhood. The door was now a bit too big for the frame. No time to get a new one. Mostly no desire.
Inside, the house was alive and inviting.