"Why not?" I ask my father in law, my arms folding across my chest.
"You can't open it, Nathan." He says.
"Yes you can." I say.
"No you can't." He shakes his head. "The screen would be level with the window. The crank is in the way."
"Big sis, when is the wifi guy coming to hook you up?" Julian asks my wife, dropping down on the couch next to her.
"Today at three." She says.
Her, Jackson, Julian, and Adelaide start talking about our wifi company and I turn back to Josh.
"So what, I'm going to have a house covered in spiders?"
He frowns.
"No, there has to be a way around it."
We both turn to the window, thinking.
"What if we get a retractable screen? Almost like a curtain but it would come from the side and clip into place wit a magnet. That way the screen doesn't have to be there when the window is shut but in the spring and early fall when it's cool enough outside to have the windows open, we can pull out the screen and open the window? It doesn't open out so the crank isn't in the way."
Josh snaps his fingers.
"That's an excellent idea, Nathan. How many windows have you got that need screens like that?"
"Thirty one." I cringe. "Not counting the three in the basement."
He lets out a low whistle.
"Do you have a tape measure?" He asks.
"No..." I trail off. His eyes widen.
"Nathan!" He puts his hand on my shoulder. "You are the man of the house now. That means you need to hook yourself up with the necessary items. Let's go to Home Depot."
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He refused to let me pay. When we got back to the house, the sky was almost completely dark. He got me a drill and bits and a work bench and a hammer and nails and screws and a whole bunch of tools that I know he's going to teach me to use. We're standing in the garage when the door to the garage opens.
"You have been gone so long." Odeletta says. "Everyone left me alone. Where have you been?"
"Shopping baby, look at my new toys."
She steps down the few steps and into the garage, walking over to look at all the supplies.
"Nathan, how much did this stuff cost?"
"I paid bug, he's my son now." Josh says. "Do you know how long I wanted a boy?" He asks, grabbing the tape measure and walking into the house.
"No, how long?"
He pauses.
"Twenty five years."
"But Odeletta is twenty five."
"I thought she was a boy." He laughs.
"Papa!" Odette exclaims.
"Well I love you bug, but I wanted a son too."
She steps into the house and shuts the garage door, following us to the living room. Josh helps me measure the window after giving me a piece of paper.
I write living room left and measure it. I write down the dimensions.
"Are you sure you don't want to call your Dad?" He asks.
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Motorcycle Girl: Book Two
Teen FictionNathan and Odeletta continue their lives in New York City. WIth five people in one house, each one bringing home strays, both human and animals, hectic is an understatement. Life is great. DO NOT COPY THIS STORY, I WORKED HARD ON THIS STORY WITH IDE...