Inspection

Tim and Joe are coming to inspect our windows for replacement. But the house isn’t fit to be seen, so the parents beat it out of there, locking the doors behind them. Shortly after, the men arrive at the door, knock, then wiggle the door knob. We sisters are silent. They walk the perimeter of the house, inspecting windows. As we hide in the bathroom, the men crawl through a window in the room next to us, but crawl back through five minutes later. Had they remembered breaking and entering was a crime? Or were they appalled by our mess?