The house looked a lot different since the last time she was here, which was almost a month ago. Clint's crew had ripped out most of the walls and tore down parts of the ceiling where water had damaged the drywall, windows had been removed, and heavy plastic covered quite a bit of the wooden floor. All the paraphernalia that had dotted the dust-ridden floor a few weeks ago was absent, taken away so the men could work. The house had lost its mystique, transformed into a worksite. Aimee was glad she had the opportunity to take the pictures when she did.
“How long do you have before you have to get back?" Clint asked as he turned over two buckets in what Aimee took to be one of the bedrooms in the back of the house. The location, even though dirt covered the floor and spackle coated part of
