Andy set his toolbox on the back seat of his Suburban and looked wearily at the old white colonial clapboard house. He"d worked all morning installing a new railing, and replacing an old basement window for the new owners. Once, it had been his and Brenda"s home. No more. Now it was just an empty box they"d bumped around in. Why was it every relationship he"d ever had turned to sand, sliding through his fingers? Brenda had hung with him the longest; almost seven years, and he"d really believed he met someone who"d go the distance. What he didn"t know was their marriage had fallen apart two years after it began. Looking back, he realized he"d been too wrapped up in the day-to-day emergencies of others to notice her drifting away from him. They"d been going through the motions, like an exerc
