The man came back, and tapped on the wall with the handle of the hammer, "Here's a stud. How high do you want it, Mom?"
Margreth was on the wall looking around the room. As soon as she saw the table on the other side of the window, "Hello."
"Phil."
"That's me."
Margreth was so happy she couldn't wait to cuckoo. It was almost noon, but it felt more like three or four in the afternoon.
Phil and Margreth were glad to see each other, and carried on a conversation in spite of all of the people in the house.
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