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April 24, 2007
They are coming to inspect the windows today, looking for leaks where the clouds get in. A cloud trapped in a window is, after all, a sad thing. I imagine I will be here when they come with their long-handled cloud and leak sniffers, making fine adjustments on the consoles as they sweep the windows. They were here last year, finding and replacing two leaky windows. I remember thinking they picked the wrong window in my bedroom. “It’s not leaking,” I said. “The cloud is in the other one.”

“The sniffer doesn’t lie,” said the red-haired lady operating the wand.