Sick

“Something’s wrong with the house,” said Orli.

“I’ll fix it,” I said.

She wasn’t so sure.

It wasn’t just one thing, after all, it was many things, and all the things that were wrong with it seemed to happen at about the same time. The kitchen sink began to drip, the paint in the den began to peel, the wood flooring became loose. She was concerned. She l…