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I thought maybe he was talking to Claire. Or my aunt, his sister.
I fell asleep before I could wonder about it.
Over the next few days, Claire collected repair estimates and contacted Brian’s lawyer.
A drywall contractor came out on Tuesday and looked at the holes and whistled through his teeth.
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“Somebody was mad,” he said.
“Somebody was,” I said.
A plumber came on Wednesday and checked every pipe and drain. The good news, he said, was that the drains were all open, so nothing had overflowed. The bad news was that there was some water damage under the upstairs bathroom floor from the bathmat being soaked for so long, and the water heater had been running nonstop and needed to be inspected.
“Whoever did this,” he said, “knew exactly what he was doing. If he’d plugged the drains, it would have flooded and been obvious. This way, it’s just—expensive. Slow. Quiet.”
