Chapter 9

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I just finished replacing the sash cords in the stairway window. After this cup of coffee I'll put another coat of shellac of the sun-deteriorated horizontal surfaces, and finish painting the walls.

It makes me kinda misty, as Maynard would say.

I'm fixing the house to sell it and move into a crummy little place, and the fix-up work I'm doing is like when you know that a relationship is ending, and the lovemaking gets more frequent and more earnest like you're trying to hold on but you know that it's over.