the walls that they looked built into the house from the beginning.
The window bench stretched almost the entire back wall, with drawers underneath and a custom cushion the homeowners had chosen themselves.
I stopped by one afternoon while Grandpa finished the last trim.
Even I could see how beautiful it was.
The wife, Melissa, walked through the room taking pictures.
“This is exactly what I wanted,” she said.
Her husband, Grant, gave the finished room an approving look.
“Looks great.”
Grandpa smiled.
That should have ended it.
It didn’t.
