A friend is telling me how she was trying to figure out which house on our street is mine.
“OK, it’s definitely not this house with red lanterns because Clarissa is too worldly not to get the significance of living in a red-light district. She mentions the environment sometimes, so this house that is lit up like an opera theater can’t be hers. And this one with a huge inflatable snowman would just freak her out. And this one is decorated in such a vulgar way that it can’t be hers. Oh, here is a tree with a little red bow on every branch. This must totally be Clarissa’s house!”
There is a house in the city where I am living that is known to have been a brothel around the turn of the century. I think it’s residential housing now, but there is always a red lantern hanging outside.
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My neighbors actually put up enormous red lanterns to celebrate Christmas. Their house is right in front of mine and I laugh every time I see it. They are such a prim and proper family that they don’t even respond to my greetings.
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