“So, you’re averse to having daylight in the basement,” Sandra noted.
Doug raised an eyebrow.
“Or fresh air.”
“What’s air gotta do with it?” Doug blurted, annoyed at himself for taking the bait. “I made sure the window opens.”
It was Sandra’s turn to raise a brow. He hated when she did that. It left him wondering whether his face had looked as condescending.
“You mean, can open to invite all the creepy-crawlies in?”
He glanced at the woodpile. An enterprising spider was already spinning a thread over the window’s frame.
“Know what?” Doug huffed. “Next time you do the stacking.”
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