“More than you’d think, but I design with the individual in mind and what they want. On occasion, my own vision creeps in but not often.”
Maggy picked up some dishes and carried them to the sink. She was captivated and she didn’t mind admitting it since it didn’t happen often.

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“I’m an architect and contractor.  I build houses.”

“Wait, I thought diving was your passion.”

“It is.  Second only to creating a work of art.”

“So which house are we talking about?  When I was out for a walk yesterday, I noticed two new ones overlooking the ocean.”

“I designed both.”

“Wow!”  Picking up her wineglass to take a sip she said, “They couldn’t be more different! One is so modern, so much glass and angles.  The other so richly homey!”

“Beauty is in the eye of the beholder as they say,” Trent responded.

“You ever designed something that you decided you couldn’t live in?”

“More than you’d think, but I design with the individual in mind and what they want. On occasion, my own vision creeps in but not often.”

“I imagine that can be difficult if what the client envisions isn’t possible.”

“It can be, yes.”

A lively discussion throughout dinner ensued as they exchanged ideas on every subject imaginable.

“That was heaven, Harriet, truly.  Not just because eating in restaurants can become tedious boring and exhausting, because it does but truly, nothing compares to a home-cooked meal.”

“Any time, Trent.” Harriet smiled warmly at him.

“Here, let me help with the clearing up, it’s the least I can do.”

“Thanks, Trent, appreciate that.” Harriet patted his cheek as she passed him.

Maggy picked up some dishes and carried them to the sink.  She was captivated and she didn’t mind admitting it since it didn’t happen often.

When they were finished loading the dishwasher, she suggested a walk down the beach and everyone agree.  Dawning lightweight jackets, they headed off toward the homes Trent had just finished.

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