At Eleven, She Moved In. At Six, I Changed The Locks.

hum.

The soft spin of the ceiling fan.

Neil’s tools knocking together as he packed them away.

Deputy Collins asked if I was all right. I said yes. He looked like he knew that wasn’t the whole truth but accepted it anyway.

When they were gone, I signed the invoice at the kitchen island.

Three exterior locks rekeyed.

Two new deadbolts.

Garage keypad reset.

Worth continue reading …