Enchanted

(Kayla, 1983)

Entering Robin's house was an out-of-body experience. It was like passing through the flames of hell into air-conditioned heaven. It was gorgeous. I couldn't believe my eyes.

"Isn't this the cutest house you've ever seen?!" Robin rushed towards us as Cheyenne and I walked through Robin's front door.

"We call them Tudor houses," Robin said. "aren't they cute?"

She was right. The house was "Cute". We stood in the center of a sleek, stainless steel kitchen. Polished copper pots hung from the ceiling; a huge island sat beneath them.

The smell was unbelievable--garlic, roasted meat, melted butter. My stomach erupted in gurgles and growls. Mouth-watering concoctions were simmering on the eight-burner stove. Nothing even close to Spam and Velveeta. In the center of the surprisingly large, open space, an oval pine table was set with gold-rimmed porcelain and glistening crystal glasses. I'd never seen anything as classy before. The kitchen belonged in a magazine. The rest of the house must be awesome. Already, it was much nicer than our crummy New York apartment.

"My god," Cheyenne said, as flabbergasted as i was. "Can we have a grand tour?" Her purse still dangled on her arm.

"Absolutely." Drying off her hands, Robin turned away from the sink to face her new roommates.

Suddenly, we heard a scratching sound at the front door.

"Puck!" I screeched.

Diving for the door, i swung it open and saw Puck looking up at me pathetically, trembling on the welcome mat, his huge eyes misty.

"Oh, baby, i'm so sorry i forgot you!" I scooped up Puck in my arms and kissed his head.

Robin spotted Puck. "What do we have here?" She asked, stroking his ears.

"This is our husky, Puck." I said.

"He's adorable!"