“You know where you need to go?” Jillian said. “Where?” I asked, checking Grandma’s ankles. She had some edema. This was new. “Home Depot,” Jillian said. “For?” “To wander the aisles, looking confused.” “Why would I—” I gave her a look. “I am not man-shopping at Home Depot.” “She’s right, Holly. There’s lots of good men at hardware stores,” Grandma said. “Stay away from the garden and paint sections,” Jillian said. “The men over there are gay or married. Stay out of the lumber section too. Real carpenters have timber delivered on-site; you won’t find anyone in the lumber section who knows what
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