“The back room that’s going to be my office is already painted. It’s been
 
 dry for a few days and there isn’t any smell. The door closes tightly and
 
 when I ask Chloe to listen, she listens. She’ll be fine back there. I’ll let
 
 everyone know she’s there and no one will bother her. I’ll be no more than
 
 ten feet away and I’ll check on her every half hour. If you check every half
 
 hour, alternating with me, she’ll have someone watching her every fifteen
 
 minutes.”
 
 “Me?” Christina gasped again.
 
 “Yeah. You. Uh— she’s not running a fever or anything or there’s no
 
 way I would have brought her today. I would have taken another day off.”
 
 “I’ll be good,” Chloe said indignantly. She clearly didn’t like getting
 
 talked about like she wasn’t even standing there.
 
 “I know, sweetheart.” Taylor took her daughter’s tiny hand and walked
 
 off towards the back of the building.
 
 The crews were already busy with the usual. The fencing guys were
 
 short a couple workers; one had quit and two were out with injuries. Taylor
 
 had offered to help. The fencing took some time, and she didn’t have to be
 
 overly skilled to make holes and set the posts. She’d done a lot of that work
 
 on the farm. Not with chain link, but she could learn.
 
 “But— Taylor—” Christina followed behind them, ready with her
 
 long list of protests.
 
 Taylor spun. She managed to be pleasant for Chloe’s sake, because
 
 she’d always taught her daughter to be kind. “Yes?”
 
 “I— I can’t— I mean—”
 
 “Can’t what?” Taylor blinked innocently. “I just need to help with
 
 the fencing to get everything done on time. I assume that later we can sit
 
 down, maybe by the end of tomorrow, and talk about setting a solid opening
 
 date. I know that you want this done as soon as possible and everything.”
 
 Christina went totally red. “Oh, and before I forget, I have a short to-do list
 
 for you. Just all the things that I thought you could use your considerable