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I tried to imagine spending even one night in the sweat lodge formerly known as our
bedroom.
“I can't do this,” I said, feeling cowardly but oddly unrepentant.
It was too hot to repent. It was too hot to breathe.
“We'll have to go to a hotel.”
Michael rolled his eyes. Jane shifted her eyes minimally but diplomatically stopped
short of any rolling action.
“I've got an idea,” she said in her most conspiratorial tone. “And you'll love it.”
She moved us to one of her other rental properties. It was fabulous and had a lovely
pool. Best of all, there was a fierce air conditioner in the bedroom that kept us shivering all
night.
We were glad when our own air conditioner finally got fixed a couple of days later but,
all the same, it was nice to have a vacation from our vacation.
Our kitchen was finished and it looked superb. Steve was every bit the master wood-
worker Jane had said he was.
It was hard to believe that Luong's deft flicks of the wrist, three months earlier in our
local Home Depot , had wrought such handsome results fifteen hundred miles away.
And yet here it was.
Renovated Kitchen
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