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“You know what,” Christine complained. “I am just sick of owning that house. I don’t want it anymore. Can I sell it to Bob, do you think? Will he take it?”
“You’re crazy,” Elisabeth said. They were sitting in the parlor, where Christine was painting her toenails and complaining about the fortune she had just spent in window replacements for her house.
“I didn’t know that windows needing replacing for God’s sake. I mean, windows! Who replaces windows! Windows are holes! Why would you need new ones? I had to replace every single freaking window. I was apparently heating the great outdoors with my brand-new heating system.”
“But then you don’t have to have storm windows,” Elisabeth pointed out. “New windows don’t need storm windows. Old windows like mine need storm windows. I know it b
