Late that night, Delilah was stiff, sore, and beyond exhausted, but she felt good. All the kitchen cabinets were sanded and prepped for a nice coat of varnish. The house had been breathtaking when she was little. Her grandparents had kept it immaculate. After their death, her parents had tried to keep it up, but between the lack of money and their health, the house was eventually boarded up.
One thing Delilah had always been thankful for was her mother’s insistence that the house and property would be passed down to her. For the past year, she had been working on it. Her job as the county librarian paid her an adequate amount if she watched her budget.
She had kept her dad’s old truck. It was old enough that she could repair most of the stuff on it without having to hook it up to a compu
