Clay's Quilt (2001)
“She breathed in the scent and thought that standing in a half-built house must be the closest thing to being inside a tree, smelling it. The scent was so strong that she could even taste it.
It was getting dark and the sound of Clay’s hammer was loud in the dusk.
The house was completely framed now and the roof had just been finished, so she was picturing what it would look like when it was done. She made a list of furniture she would have to buy and where certain pictures would hang an...d the way it would feel to stand at her sink and look out the little window over it, where she could see the backyard. She stood in that spot and imagined her hands in soapy water, the smell of a just-eaten supper lingering in the kitchen air.
Suddenly Clay’s hands were upon her. He held her from behind and kissed the back of her head. “Won’t be much longer,” he said.
She turned around and put her face in the warmth of his neck.MoreLess
It was getting dark and the sound of Clay’s hammer was loud in the dusk.
The house was completely framed now and the roof had just been finished, so she was picturing what it would look like when it was done. She made a list of furniture she would have to buy and where certain pictures would hang an...d the way it would feel to stand at her sink and look out the little window over it, where she could see the backyard. She stood in that spot and imagined her hands in soapy water, the smell of a just-eaten supper lingering in the kitchen air.
Suddenly Clay’s hands were upon her. He held her from behind and kissed the back of her head. “Won’t be much longer,” he said.
She turned around and put her face in the warmth of his neck.MoreLess
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