“That’s where cards belong,” Diane said.

On Sunday afternoon I backed the service van into Diane’s driveway with a box of parts on the passenger seat.

The screen door had been sagging since July.

The top hinge had pulled away from the jamb, and the old brass screws had stripped out their holes.

Diane stood on the porch with a glass of lemonade and no coaster.

“You don’t need to fix every hinge in this house,” she said.