She was jumpy and nervous when she let me in the door. She steered me toward the kitchen and offered me a cup of coffee – urged me to sit down at the breakfast nook. She stood by the coffee pot while the coffee brewed looking frazzled and fussing with her hair.
I finally realized what was going on when a man she introduced as the handyman came into the kitchen and announced that he was finished with the leaky faucet. He . . .
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