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money.  He knew better than to believe it, but he also knew better than to argue with her.   So they set about looking for houses.  They knew the price for an identical house would have been higher in Scottsdale, but they also started drifting up in quality.   Things came to a head when they wandered into an open house event and “just dropped in for a peek."
       The house was over twice as big as the one they were leaving, even though there would now only be two instead of four people living there.   The entry to the house began on the north side, with a series of low long stairs rising to the front door.  The shallowness of the approach made one feel that the front door was only a little bit above street level ; but in fact the front door opened unto a landing on the second floor of the home.  A couple of steps beyond the front door brought the visitor to a railing that overlooked the majority of the bottom floor which consisted of one room, a living room with an open bar on one wall (directly below the landing) and an open, (one hundred and seventy five square foot), kitchen connected with the living room, (in Arizona often called a great room).   This room was great in more than name only.  The room stretched left to right across the visitor's eyes a total of about forty feet and front to back the same.  So the sixteen hundred square foot room was just the beginning of the house.   Though the size of the room was awe inspiring, what with the area and the height, (The ceiling, which at the low end of room stood at fourteen feet, versus its height at the peak was twenty seven feet, possessed exposed truss beams and knotty pine planking.), the real jaw dropper was the south side which was wall to wall sliding glass doors opening onto a large swimming pool, with a small lake just beyond that.  
                  Steven sat in a chair looking out over the lake, with egrets and hawks swirling about, as Catherine and their daughter (In for a second opinion, which Steven always knew would approach Xerox level correlation with Catherine's, so why did she bother?) circulated through the rest of the house opening cabinets, discussing where everything would go.  Steven would get one fairly large closet, as long as Catherine controlled all the others.  Closets were to women looking for houses what nuggets were for gold miners, enjoyed for their beauty, twirled through their fingers, letting the light catch and dazzle the eye.   Catherine insisted he look at the garage for tool storage and investigate the yard for whatever man joy he could find to embrace there.   But when she found him sitting in the chair looking at the birds, he stunned her with his opinion that he saw himself living in this house.   For Steven was not a man prone to ESP or beliefs in ghosts or spirits.  The closest that he ever got to believing in previous lives was a sense that his ability to speak awkwardly and place stones in lovely patterns with one try, might come from him once being a German stone mason.   People found his word choices mildly amusing and his stone work a clever, but fairly worthless skill.   So he amended his belief to being a fairly poor German stonemason in a previous lifetime.
                  So his pronouncement went straight to Catherine's heart.   Steven never stopped being a source of joy to her, from the moment she first laid eyes on his hands in the photograph, to the first meeting where he was funnier than she had hoped and better looking.  But, my oh my, better with those large hands than she had imagined.  And his cleverness with his tongue made him more valuable yet.  We will let the previous statements about his awkward skill with word choice sink in, along with what she was hoping for with his large hands, to allow the reader time to appreciate what lingual skills we are talking about here.   But all of that aside, Steven's statement here set a cascade of actions