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“Okay,” Steve said, sounding slightly perplexed by my urgent tone.
“Thanks. And don't forget to order more than we need. Lots more.”
“Man, you really like those tiles, don't you?”
“Love them.”
I could hear the contented, zoned-out smile in his voice.
Cool .”
☼ ☼ ☼
People who've paid a fair amount of money to rent a house on a tropical island don't par-
ticularly like being woken up every morning by the sound of a construction crew drilling
and sawing away downstairs. I know what you're thinking and I agree: what a bunch of
self-indulgent wusses.
Nonetheless, this meant that Steve and his crew, who were chomping at the bit to get
going at this point, couldn't start on the downstairs renovation until the house was unoccu-
pied.
For the first time, our guests seemed like inconveniences. Okay, inconveniences who
paid us money and were invariably grateful for our hospitality. But still.
Finally, a free week rolled around in mid-March. Jane called us the first morning the
crew began the demolition job and held up the phone as Steve swung the sledgehammer.
We heard a dull thud and the sound of plaster hitting the floor.
It felt oddly exhilarating to hear our house being torn apart.
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