Adonie didn't say anything.
When I arrived with Olive her eyes ran over her, then myself, and in an
instant I knew that sharp, quick sight knew more about the situation than
She knew enough not to speak to me at all.
I went around to the back and began ripping old nails we
could use from old wood we couldn't. The pile had been there for three days
while I preferred to work on disengaging molding we could use, with a
little refurbishing. I didn't trust myself with that right now. Any slightest
protest from it, or reluctance to leap into my fingers from the doorway it
had guarded for decades, and I might smash it to slivers. I would be so
tempted, so irresistibly, deliciously tempted.