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On the plus side, it was clear the bones were mid-century modern, and if someone gave enough of a crap to roll up their sleeves and give it some TLC, it could be fabulous.
On the minus side, well…everything else.
“Uncle Tex kinda hasn’t exited the seventies when it comes to his home owning and décor choices,” Roxie said.
“It has a catio!” Tex bellowed.
Well, there you go. I was wondering what that big screened-in porch-like thing was off from the pool.
And one could say, since he had a bajillion of them, Tex liked cats.
“I can’t believe that hasn’t been scraped,” Luna said as Roxie put her phone away.
“It’s some famous architect’s design. People have tried to buy it and put something else there. When that happens, other people in the ’hood throw down to put a stop to it,” Roxie informed us. “They might have put a stop to it, but none of them wanted to pour the dosh into it that would fix it up.”
There were some super-famous architects who were responsible for a few fabulous, mid-mod Phoenician gems.
Therefore, I blinked in shock. “Frank Lloyd Wright?”
Roxie shook her head.
“Ralph Haver?” Jessie asked.
Roxie shook her head again.
“Al Beadle?”’ I tried.
Roxie snapped and pointed at me. “That’s the dude.”
“We’re all gonna take turns hauling our asses down here to zhuzh it up,” Annette announced.
“You are not!” Tex hollered.
“We so are, big man!” Annette hollered back. “I’m on garden duty!” She came back to us. “I can’t wait to xeriscape that mofo.”
“I’m doing the kitchen,” Roxie yelled so Tex could hear.
“Me and Indy are on crafting a great room!” Ally shouted.
“Jet has called the bathrooms,” Ally added.
“Can the Angels get in on this action?” I asked, excited about the opportunity to help Nancy settle in her new home that hopefully would eventually not have mustard-colored appliances.
I could organize all their stuff!
“We’re having a meet with Nancy tomorrow,” Indy told us. “I’m sure she’d love it if you girls came. She’s going to need all the help she can get.”
“It’s perfect as is,” Tex boomed.
“It needs some TLC!” Roxie yelled in return.
Tex lumbered in, ignored the Rock Chicks and scowled at the Angels.
“Am I the only one who’s gonna make some bread around here? Or do I have to fire half my staff so me and Otis and Lucia aren’t the only ones who are working?” he demanded.
“Aw, Uncle Tex, you’re cute when you’re trying to be a boss,” Roxie cooed.
“I am their boss,” Tex retorted.