39
Thursday morning produced a downpour to induce the return of Noah. With mug in hand, I stared out over the sodden garden. “Can you build in this weather, Nate?”
“No,” he said from the table behind me, “but it will stop before lunch, so we’ll pick back up then.”
“That mean we have the morning off?” I sipped my coffee.
“No, we’re all going shopping before we head in.”
I turned to face the men. “Shopping?”
“Yes, Jem, shopping.”
“All of us?”
“The four of us,” Nathan said with a nod.
“What for?”
“I’ve thought of something to keep you out of trouble.”
I studied him. “What is it?”
“Can you decorate?”
“Like paint, paper?”
“Yes, finishing touches, like a woman brings to a home.”
My eyebrow lifted. “You forget I was a bored housewife for eight years. Of course I know how to decorat
