All the retired people labored and labored for perfection. Additions, new wings, roofs sliced off, stairways turned around, bedrooms on the first floor, trees cut down, trees planted. Profoundly difficult renovations undertaken to make life easier. The children's inheritance was used up, but one day there would be the house, reshaped often out of childhood dreams and wounds of six decades ago.

  And then the wife died, just when all was ready and in harmony.