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The man pulled the tape measure out and ran it along the window trim.
He wrote a number on a clipboard.
Victoria lifted the coffeepot and poured into my cup again, even though it was already full.
“Mom, stop.”
“Sweetheart, don’t cause a scene on the patio.”
The man wrote down another number.
“I can come back another time.”
“No,” Victoria said.