We moved on to the next door. I held it up while Dad screwed it onto the hinges. “Everything all right?” he asked out of the blue. “Yeah. Why?” He shrugged. “You’ve been quiet today.” “I’m always quiet.” “Preoccupied, then.” I was preoccupied—by a curvy brunette who wasn’t even home. But I wasn’t about to admit it. “Just thinking ahead. Tile guys haven’t gotten back to us with a date.” “I’ll follow up in the morning.” “Thanks.”
