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It was the first Saturday of autumn, and rain had been threatening all week. For Lena, that meant one thing: the gutters.

She pulled out a soggy clump of oak leaves, and suddenly remembered her father, ten years ago, on this very ladder. “Gutters are like arguments,” he’d said, scraping alongside her. “You ignore the small blockage, and next thing you know, the whole foundation’s flooded.” unblocking gutters

Then she poured a cup of tea and listened to the rain—clean, directed, no longer a threat. It was the first Saturday of autumn, and

At the time, she’d rolled her eyes. Now, standing in the mist, she laughed. and suddenly remembered her father