She watched a moment as a father directed his young son.
“That is right, Visk. Hold it even at the top so I can drive in the pegs. Good.” He withdrew his hands from the new window covering. “See how straight it hangs? Now hold this one for me. Then we will work on the door.” Visk beamed at his father’s praise, chest out, full of self-importance.
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