The Day I Dropped My Husband at the Airport, My Eight-Year-Old Daughter Warned Me Not to Go Home. Minutes Later, I Saw Why.
Pliers.
An old multimeter.
And an unused motion-sensor floodlight identical to the one he had mounted at the old house.
Lily picked it up.
“Can we put this up outside?”
“We sure can.”
“Do you know how to wire it?”
I smiled.
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