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down.”
    Ford eyed the scraper dubiously. “Tools and I have a long-standing agreement. We stay away from each other, for the good of mankind.”
    “It’s a scraper, Ford, not a chain saw. You scrape ice off your windshield in the winter, don’t you?”
    “When I must. I prefer staying home until it thaws.” But Ford picked up the spare scraper and tried to apply the process of scraping ice from glass to scraping peeling paint off the side of a house. “I’m going to have two mortgages, and I’m going to be forty.”
    “Did we just time-travel? You can’t be more than thirty.”
    “Thirty-one. I have less than a decade until I’m forty, and five minutes ago I was studying for the SATs.”
    Gavin’s lips twitched as he continued to scrape. “It gets worse. Every year goes faster.”
    “Thanks,” Ford said bitterly. “That’s just what I needed to hear. I was going to take my time, but how can you when there isn’t as much as you think there is?” Turning, he waved the scraper, and nearly put it through the window. “But if you’re ready, and she’s not, what the hell are you supposed to do about that?”
    “Keep scraping.”
    Ford scraped—the paint and his knuckles. “Crap. As a metaphor for life, that sucks.”
    Cilla came out in time to see Ford sucking his sore knuckles and scowling. “What are you doing?”
    “I’m scraping paint and a few layers of skin, and your father’s philosophizing. ”
    “Let me see.” She took Ford’s hand, studied the knuckles. “You’ll live.”
    “I have to. I’m about to have two mortgages. Ouch!” he said when Cilla gave his sore fingers a quick squeeze.
    “Sorry. They accepted your offer?”
    “Yeah. I have to go into the bank tomorrow and sign a bunch of papers. I’m going to hyperventilate,” he decided. “I need a bag to breathe into.”
    “November settlement?”
    “I followed the company line.”
    She gave him a poke. “Scared?”
    His answering scowl was both sour and weak. “I’m about to go into debt. The kind that has many zeros. I’m having a few moments. Do you know that the olfactory sense is the strongest of the five senses? I keep having flashes of how that place smells.”
    “Put that down before you really hurt yourself.” She took the scraper out of his hand, set it on the window ledge. “And come with me a minute. ” She gave her father a quick wink, then drew Ford into the house.
    “Do you remember what the kitchen looked like in here when you first saw it?”
    “Yeah.”
    “Ugly, dingy, damaged floors, cracked plaster, bare bulbs. Got that picture in your head?”
    “I got it.”
    “Close your eyes.”
    “Cilla.”
    “Seriously, close them, and keep that picture in there.”
    He shook his head but obliged her, and let her lead him back. “Now I want you to tell me what you see when you open your eyes. No thinking it through, no qualifying. Just open your eyes and tell me what you see.”
    He obeyed. “A big room, empty. A lot of light. Walls the color of lightly toasted bread. And floors, big squares of tile—a lot of honey tones on cream with pipes poking up through them. Big, unframed— untrimmed—windows that open it up to a patio with a blue umbrella, and gardens with roses blooming like maniacs, and green gone lush. And the mountains against the sky. I see Cilla’s vision.”
    He started to step forward, but she tugged him back. “No, don’t walk on the tiles yet. Stan only finished the grout an hour ago.”
    “We can do this.”
    “We absolutely can. It takes planning, effort, a willingness to find a way around unexpected problems, and a real commitment to the end goal. We’ll turn that place around, Ford, and when we do, we’ll have something we can both be proud of.”
    He turned to her, kissed her forehead. “Okay. Okay. I’ve got some scraping to do.”
    She walked out with him, baffled when he signaled so long to her father and kept walking.
    “Well, where’s he going? He said he was going to do more scraping.”
    Gavin smiled to himself as Cilla shook her head and went back inside. It was good to know his daughter had found her place, her purpose, had found a man who loved her.
    It was good to know she was out of reach of the man who’d wished her harm.
    THE NEXT MORNING, Cilla walked over from Ford’s to find her tires slashed. On the ground by the left front tire, another doll lay facedown, a short-handled paring knife stabbed into its back.
    “You should’ve come

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