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copper supply pipes were the golden age of plumbing and the workmen who installed it had done a decent job. Only the pipes leading to a couple of the added-on bathrooms were galvanized steel. Jay shone his tiny flashlight on a large patch of rust on the outside of one of the pipes. “Don’t touch it,” he said. “It’s only rust holding it together.” Jay sighed. “I guess we’d better figure out where these pipes lead.”
    “Doesn’t matter much,” said Don. “Half the bathrooms were added when the house was cut up into apartments, so I’ll have to relocate everything anyway.”
    “Aren’t some of these pipes the original plumbing?” asked Cindy.
    They looked at her like she was insane. “This place was built in 1874,” Don said finally. “The original plumbing was a hole in the backyard.”
    “And this copper pipe didn’t even come into use till the 1930s,” added Jay.
    “Oh,” said Cindy, feeling as though she had failed a test. Or, worse yet, passed one.
    Upstairs, in the fading light from the evening windows, the dismalness of the abandoned house became sad and wistful. “This place used to be sobeautiful,” said Cindy. “Look at the crown moldings, the base moldings.”
    “Even a picture molding,” said Jay. “Took a lot of care with the place. But it’s a real fixer-upper now.”
    They were doing a bathroom-by-bathroom check for old leaks and fixture damage. Soon they were upstairs in the bathroom at the front of the house. “Well, the toilet here is dead,” said Don. “But there’s a shower and it even has a curtain, if you can believe it.”
    “The only watertight toilet is that one on the main floor,” said Jay. “And the other two bathrooms have those rustomatic pipes, so I guess you’ll have to shower up here and use the toilet down there.”
    “Convenient,” said Don.
    “You’re going to live here?” asked Cindy.
    “It’s what he does,” said Jay. “Lives in the house while he’s working on it.”
    “You’re going to move in here before it’s renovated?”
    “Saves on rent,” said Don. “And that’s if I take the place.”
    “Of course,” said Cindy. But she knew he was going to offer on the house.
    “Time for the acid test,” said Jay. “On to the attic.”
    If you could call it an attic. True, there was a lumber room with unfinished walls, but the other rooms were all finished, with interesting slopingceilings and large windows bringing in plenty of light. Jay and Don seemed to go over every inch of the ceiling, looking for stains. “I can’t believe it,” said Jay, over and over. “This place has been empty for a decade and the roof hasn’t leaked anywhere .”
    “Still got to replace it,” said Don. “Nobody’s going to take the place if I can’t tell them it’s got a new roof.”
    Again, the assumption that he was going to be selling the place later. And since she controlled the purchase price, it was going to work. Why, then, did she feel more anxiety than ever? It wasn’t about the sale. It was Don Lark. Something about him. And not just the fact that he was her type. Her type usually ended up drinking beer and running to the john to pee every few minutes. She didn’t really like her type that much. Nor did she find anything romantic about a guy who had no phone and lived out of his truck when he was between jobs. She was flat-out puzzled about why she couldn’t take her eyes off him.
    In the lumber room, Jay looked at the exposed joists and whistled. “Man, they knew how to build in those days. This is one strong house.”
    Cindy tried to see what was so unusual about the joists. “Is it just that they’re thicker?”
    “And closer together,” said Don.
    “So everything is stronger,” said Cindy.
    “Stronger but heavier,” said Don. “A lot of weight up here, with this roof. Attic floor’s bound to be extra heavy, too. The bearing walls on thefirst floor and the lally columns in the cellar are under an unusual amount of