He waited for the forthcoming, “Isn’t it?” but there was only silence on the other end of the line. Which was strange because Ma was Daddy’s biggest fan.
He tried to measure the space with his eyes. If the picture frame they’d bought the other day for their blown-up wedding photo was 24 inches wide and this window looked to be about one and a half the width of the photo….
“Maybe use a tape measure?” Estee suggested.
Yonah shook his head, mouth filled with nails. “’Ont ’eed to. Got it.”
He thought he heard her sigh but couldn’t be sure. The step ladder was rickety, left behind by a previous tenant, no doubt.
“Careful!” Estee cautioned. “Omigosh, Yonah, careful!”
He grinned at her and plucked a nail out of his mouth. He hammered in the curtain bracket and then stood back.
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