The historic one.

There’s a committee downtown that handles it, and they’ve been sitting on our paperwork for a year.”

“And who pays for the facade?”

“The estate does, sweetheart.

That’s how preservation works.” She let the tape zip back, and the porch hummed.

“Richard has been up half the night worrying about what the roof alone is going to cost.”

She moved to the window frame and hooked the tape again.

“I’ve found us a notary.