The Watermelon House

Me, my husband and my mother all gazing quizzically at the freshly painted house in the neighborhood.
Me: It's pretty, but would you really want to paint your house to look like a watermelon?
Mom: I think a special fella must live there.
Austin: Nah, even my most flaming friends wouldn't do that.
Me: I think it's a widow who's been repressed all her life. Now that her husband's gone, she's finally free to do what she wants with the house.