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Jack “How much longer?” I growled impatiently into the phone. “Our work will be finished by Tuesday,” Guy Wilson, the contractor I had hired to do the asbestos removal from the old factory informed me. “Then you need to wait the required minimum forty-eight hour abatement period to let any airborne particles clear out. Given the size and scope of this project, I recommend waiting a week before we come in to do the final tests to make sure that it’s safe.” I rubbed my eyes. In the scope of things, a week wasn’t that long, but I was feeling anxious and impatient about the situation at home. I always knew that this relationship wasn’t going to be embraced, but I hadn’t expected Robyn’s mother to come down on her the way that she had. It was absolutely repulsive, the way she had shamed