Chapter 12

“I’ve said my piece, dear, if that’s what you mean.”

“Good, because I want to see what George has done with this house since the last time we were here. How about the fifty-cent tour?”

“If you’ll pardon the mess, of course.”

I gave them a thorough tour, showing all of the various things I’d done to improve the house and explaining what I still had planned for it. Back in the den, we made ourselves comfortable with our glasses after I’d refilled them.

“You’ve done an amazing job with this house,” she said, “and what mess were you talking about? Everything seemed to be as neat as could be. I don’t think I’ve ever told you this, but I was quite familiar with this house as a girl and young woman.”

“You’re still a young woman.”

“I’m much too old to be impressed by flattery, George, but thank you. Anyway, my parents knew the couple that lived here back in the day, and we visited them quite often. You’ve taken a very ordinary old bungalow and turned it into something special.”