“Oh!” She swallowed. “Is that a – a gargoyle, you’ve put there?” “Drainage,” the house’s most recent avatar corrected, in her voice. “You don’t like it?” “It’s, it’s, it’s... nice,” Carrie said, not sure what else to say. The open-jawed lion gaped at her from between the gouges running down both slim thighs, custom-made sandstone. “It’s just... my, um, my ‘drainage’ is, is on the inside.”
