I saw the house this morning. It’s like a horror movie. The entire contents of all four bedrooms need to be replaced. Toys, clothes, furniture. They have good insurance, but there are things that come up during the day…like, they are staying at a hotel without a fridge or a table to eat at; I am trying to round up snack foods, water bottles, juice boxes, etc. Things that can sit out, KWIM?
All their food will need to be thrown away…the whole place reeks. Paisley’s room is a black, charred mess; the other bedrooms are soot stained with black water stains on all the walls. Toys are melted on shelves; clothes are horribly smelly–the ones that didn’t burn, anyway.
The downstairs is pretty much salvedgable, and the schoolroom with photographs looks pretty good. They’ll be out of the house for 6 weeks at least.
It is heartbreaking. I took the three middle kids home with me yesterday while smoke was pouring out of the second story, to get them away from the scene. It was on all the news stations.
They have a divine mercy wall hanging in the stairwell; it is black with water stains running down the wall from it. It looks almost satanic.