“Then I wait until I can afford it.”
I mentioned the kitchen. He laughed.
“Maybe fix the roof before you start dreaming about curtains.”
“The roof is first on my list.”
“Then why are you talking about the kitchen?”
“And what happens when the estimate doubles?”
“Because I’m allowed to think about more than one room, Declan.”
At dinner, our son Owen looked up from his plate. He’s ten and lives for comic books.
“Mom, can I have a room at Grandma Rose’s house?”
“Of course, honey.”
“Could we put shelves on the walls? Like the comic shop?”
“We’ll see what fits.”
He laughed.
“If your mom doesn’t blow every penny fixing that dump,” Declan said.
“Declan. Not in front of him.”
Owen put down his fork.
“It’s not a dump, Dad. Mom says Grandma Rose loved that house.”
