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“We must hire someone to remove this eyesore,” Carolina’s nose wrinkled in distaste. “Never could understand hillbillies approach to disposal.”
“We could …” Stewart noted, “but …”
“But what?” Carolina hated it when he got cryptic. If there was something people ought to be, it was clear. Riddles were for children.
“… we’d have to get something else in its stead.”
Carolina’s chest rose to magnificent proportions, but Stewart knew better. He kept his eyes on her face.
“It is a shelter entry. See? Water proof. Air tight. Easily cleaned. Earlier doors kept getting flooded. You’ll want it here, dear, come stormy times.”