floors, insisting that the floors and broken slate on the roof were her duty.
Remy halted in front of the house. âI hope they plan to do more than that.â
âThereâs no time, but youâll be amazed how much better the place will look once we patch and paint. And once we put new appliances in the kitchen.â
âCan we bring our refrigerator?â Alex loved the side-by-side they had installed in the McLean house. He had nearly worn out the ice chute on the front door trying to figure out how it worked.
âAfraid not. It would take up the whole kitchen.â
âDonât worry, Alex.â Remy mimicked her motherâs voice. âWe can always eat at one of Georgetownâs fabulous restaurants if our new refrigerator canât hold any food.â
Faith laughed, not the effect Remy had intended. âListen, Iâve cooked so many meals in my life that eating out every night would be a dream come true.â
âYou like to cook,â Alex said. âYou like all that stuff.â
Faith wondered if that was true. She had never given cooking much thought. Sheâd simply seen three attractive and nutritious meals a day as her lifeâs calling. âWell, I also like pizza, and once I start working, weâll be having it more often. Unless you guys learn to cook.â
She paused on the stoop. She wasnât even sure why, except that sheâd seen movement out of the corner of her eye. She turned and gazed at the house next door, where the old woman with the turban had been standing when they had come here with Lydia.
The woman was there again, dressed much the same, although this time her outfit was dazzling fuschia. Faith waved. Despite her motherâs warning, this woman was going to be her neighbor. She introduced herself. âHi, Iâm Faith Bronson. And these are my children, Remy and Alex. Weâre moving in next week.â
âItâs not fit for habitation. Your mother abandoned it to the contempt of strangers.â
Faith realized the woman must know who she was. âIâm afraid my mother didnât tell me your name.â
The woman disappeared. A moment later Faith heard the sound of the window closing.
Remy moved aside so her mother could unlock the door. âOh great. Nutty neighbors, too.â
Faith couldnât help but smile. âIâll just bet thereâs a story there.â
Remy swept inside the moment the door was open. âAlex, you go next,â Faith said. âIn case we have an infestation of dragons.â
She joined her brood of two after she locked the door behind her. They were standing together in the middle of the living room, staring at their new home. For a moment Faith gave in to the despair she saw in her daughterâs eyes. She couldnât imagine the house as anything other than what it was right now. A filthy, dilapidated wreck, haunted by the ghosts of better timesâand worse.
âSometimesâ¦â Faith knew she had to say something. âSometimes you really have to see things at their worst to appreciate them at their best.â
Remy dropped the box of rags with a resounding thump. âDo you have a stupid saying for every occasion?â Before Faith could answer, Remy burst into tears and fled up the stairs.
Alex moved close enough that Faith could put her arm around his shoulders. âRemy doesnât know how to look at things and see what they can be,â he said. âThatâs what inventors do.â
âUh-huh.â Faith fought back her own tears. âDo you think you could invent something fast to fix this place up?â
âItâs already been invented.â
âFire?â
He dug his elbow into her side. âHard work. Thatâs what you told us, remember?â
She took comfort in the fact that if she hadnât done anything else of worth in her life, she had given birth to this young man. âLetâs get