can’t afford a house,” he said. “We can afford a wreck. And I know how to fix a wreck.”
We took out a second mortgage on our little house in Wilmington. We emptied the savings account we’d been building for Cullen’s college. We signed the papers at a title office in Hampstead on April 3rd, 1997, and Nile carried me across the porch, stepping very carefully around the hole.
Then we spent six summers rebuilding it.
Every weekend from May to September. Every vacation day Nile had. Cullen was twelve
