age ten

My new best friend's new house smelled like new carpets. She had a blacktopped driveway and her garage smelled like golden retrievers and her basement smelled like laundry detergent and her refrigerator made ice cubes. Now and then we would stop to fill heavy glasses with ice and water. But we didn't have time to stop for long. We were playing our new game, stumbling around the house with our eyes closed and arms outstretched, trying to find our way.