A twenty-four-million-dollar inheritance, and the request that mattered most to my daughter was a porch board.

When the power returned, I made a list of repairs.

Not renovations to impress guests, not rooms that looked like magazine covers.

A safe step.

Better lighting.

A broken cabinet hinge.

An office for my editing work with a door that closed.

For years I had waited for Grant to say we could afford changes.