His lips twitched. “You got some weird-ass
ideas.”
“Yeah? Wait for this one. I want a
pot-filler faucet.”
“You’re going to have two damn sinks, and you want one of them
gadgets that swings out on an arm from the wall over the stove to fill pans
with water?”
“Yes, I do. Maybe I want to fill really big pots with water for
pasta, or for washing my damn feet. Or for boiling the heads of cranky plumbers
who argue with me. Maybe I’ve developed a faucet fetish. But I want it.”
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