After everyone left, I stood in the kitchen washing the last few glasses.

I thought about how nearly every room had been associated with a judgment Grant made about me.

The study had been off-limits.

The dining table had been the place he criticized spending.

The front porch had become the scene of our separation.

Now the study held work I enjoyed.

The dining table held school projects and meals.

The porch board was repaired, and lavender grew beside the steps.