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Three windows remain. Dexter the new, sinister the old. The new windows are heavier than the old by a factor of 5. I fear the house tipping over. I told this to my son and he said, "You're kidding me?" but the question mark was there in his voice. During breaks, the contractor sat outside...
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Our house is opening today to accept new windows. The old ones must be cut out. It takes a violence of tools to excise them, bludgeoning noise. I watch the gum-chewing contractor lean on a crowbar. Nails scream. Wood cracks. Shims slide from their prison to clatter on the floor. There is a certain...