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“What's wrong?”
“Water.”
“Meaning?”
“The toilet leaked. For at least a day. And when Lydia went in yesterday afternoon there
was an inch of standing water everywhere.”
My stomach grabbed.
“Oh, Jane.”
“Clean water, mind you. The toilet didn't
overflow
. It leaked.”
My mind raced, picturing the scene.
“Ah.”
“Still not a pretty sight.”
I sighed, remembering our perfect little haven of two days before.
I dreaded telling Michael, who was even more proud of what we'd accomplished than
I was.
From deep down I dredged up the question I knew I'd have to ask sooner or later.
“Is everything ruined?'
A long, pregnant pause.
“Hell no!” she cackled. “We bought some big brooms and swept the water out and put
most of the furniture on the balcony to dry and now it all looks as good as new.”
I swallowed hard.
“Really?”
She laughed happily. “Yep. The bathroom door's a little warped at the bottom and your
TV cabinet lost its top layer of skin but otherwise everything's perfect.”
Finally I let myself exhale. “Jane, you're a gem.”
“Don't
call
me a gem,” she scolded playfully, “just put one in my Christmas stocking.”
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