I couldn’t live anywhere else,” he agreed. “Wow, that renovation must be so amazing! I love working around the house myself,” she quipped, s...raying glass cleaner on the bathroom mirror. “My house has never looked better since I started working from home. What are you working on now, Paul?” “Actually, I’m restoring all the old wooden doors right now. They have layers of paint, so I’ve been stripping the paint and polishing the door knobs. I love all the old door knobs. They don’t make door. Her head knocked against the door. ‘Fuck,’ she whispered, ‘fucking calm down.’ There was too much work to do. ‘I like this dress better,’ a familiar voice said cooly and she whipped herself around. Lounging on the red velvet seats along the wall sat the same man, Viktor. Same dusty blond baby hair tucked under a sooty cap. Same red workers uniform. His face was marked by a short blond beard and, for the first time, Emeline really saw him in his entirety. He smiled an unbearably genuine grin in. The pause before she spoke was more telling than the answer. ‘I don’t really know,’ was her honest answer. ‘Just some random guy then?’ Eric asked, a little nastily. Though they were siblings, growing up together hadn’t been easy on either of them. Close in age made for more arguments and physical fights than family closeness. For whatever reason, perhaps because he was the oldest, if only by a little more than a year, their parents had seemed to favor Eric in any conflict or dispute. Until. They said they had full valet service so an attendant would take the plane, refuel it, and put it in the hangar. I asked them to call a taxi for us but the girl said, "You live just down the road, right? Your wife told me you live in the same park I do. I'll get someone to watch the desk and I'll run you down there. It'll only take a minute. My name is Diane, glad to meet you, Steve."We pulled our luggage from the plane, checked to make sure we were leaving the plane clean, and loaded our stuff.