“Hold this side while I check the level,” Paige said.

I walked over to the wall, held the wooden frame against the drywall, and adjusted my silver wristwatch with my left thumb.

The silver strap sat smooth and comfortable against my skin, not tight at all.

“Up an inch on the left,” Paige said.

I shifted the frame until the picture hung straight.

Paige tapped a small picture nail into the wall with the flat side of a heavy wrench.

She stepped back two paces and nodded at the wall.