You arrive at the woman's house on Perfect St. which, contrary to your expectations, had houses ranging from the wedding cake perfect houses you expected to houses in a fairly run down condition. 549 Perfect St., a grey house with a woman mowing the lawn in front of it, was somewhere in between.
You say to the woman mowing the lawn, "Are you the person who called the police?", wishing you had thought to get her name.
"Yes, I am. My name is Lucille Karryoke. Maureen's house is the one next door with that ridiculous inflatable snowman. I'll get the key."
She goes into her house and several minutes later returns with the key. Taking it, you walk up to Maureen's house and knock on the door.
"I've already tried that. No one answers," says Lucille. "I thought it would be rude to unlock the door, but naturally I tried both knocking on her door and calling her on the telephone."
You unlock the door and walk inside. Everything except the Christmas tree is pink. The walls are pink. The sofa is pink. The pillow on the sofa is pink. The TV is pink. The chairs at the table are pink. The two pictures hanging on the wall are pink. The table is white. The purse sitting on the table is pink. The curtains are pink. The tablecloth is insert your answer here. If you guessed blue, you are wrong. If you guessed orange, you are still wrong. If you guessed black with yellow polka dots, you are correct! Just kidding! If you guessed pink, you are... Okay, okay, they're pink. Like you couldn't have guessed that.
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