father.”
“Exactly.”
After two hours we’d found no treasure, only a creek, oak-shaded ridge and quiet land. Inez thought the old road offered useful access. Derek stood thinking inside the surviving shed.
“What are you thinking?” I asked. He looked self-conscious.
“Nothing.”
“That’s never true.”
He nudged a dried wood shaving with his shoe.
“I could move the restoration work here.”
I waited while he cautiously added conditions about Dad’s consent, the trust and required permits. “If Dad wanted. If the trust allowed it. If we figured out permits.”
“You already designed it in your head, didn’t you?”
“Only approximately.”
“How approximately?”
He gestured toward different corners of the building.
“Main restoration tables there. Finishing room separated for ventilation. Storage racks along the north wall. Office in the front corner.” ChooseFurniture
I laughed at the plans he’d already made.
“You’re impossible.”
Dad had heard every word.
“What about new furniture?”
