The houses are lined up in perfect little rows. All the houses look alike to an outsider. Except the pink house on the corner
Everyone who lives in the neighborhood whispers about the people who live in the pink house. Everyone who drives by remembers the vibrant pink house.
"People are always coming & going from that house" "I heard they are drug dealers" "I heard they are swingers" "I heard they worship the devil"
Don't worry about the pink house. Focus on your house.
Tell me about your house. Is it structurally sound? Is it filled with love... tears...resentment?
Who is allowed in your house? What secrets do you keep inside your house?