I suppose I should have read over the papers a little more carefully. Lenore is going to be very disappointed that she had to read this here rather than, say, hearing it in person in the car as I may have read it last night. We could have been driving away from the showhome, as we happened to be, glancing through our copy of the consolidation agreement for our house, freshly retrieved. We could have noticed that in addition to the extra signatures there was an interesting date hand-scribbled, noted in the middle of some random paragraph.

Karin discovered it later, a tentative completion date. Not that there’s even a hole yet. Not that there is anything but cold weather, snow, wind, and dirt. But the builder seems to think we’ll have our house by April 5th.

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