Paul repaired the bookcase from the family room. I have long thought Wayne built it, but I can't be sure now. Its tongue and groove shelves look pretty sophisticated, and I don't know how he would have done it.
Sometimes I think about moving out of this house, although I know it would take about three years to pack up. If I lived somewhere else, in a place we didn't build, a place where he never was . . . what would that be like?
Would I think about him less often?
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