calendar and told her Sunday afternoon would work, as long as we finished our morning chores first.
"Would two o'clock be all right?" she asked.
"That should be fine."
"Your father-in-law will come with me, if that's okay."
I looked toward the kitchen, where Nate had left his work gloves beside the sink.
"Of course. We'd be glad to have you both."
After we hung up, I stood with the phone in my hand for a moment.
I had spent two years imagining what it would feel like if someone in Nate's family found out what we had done.
I had imagined questions about the price, the condition of the house, and why we had kept it secret.
I had imagined someone asking whether we thought we were better than the rest of them.
I had not spent much time imagining what I would actually say.
Nate came in carrying a bucket of screws
The End
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