As they had always intended, he started to take over the old toy workshop behind the upper hallway wardrobe. First the air compressor went in. Then he spent a weekend unpacking the tools from storage. Next, he seemed to acquire alarming amounts of PVC pipe, for a person who wasn’t doing any plumbing.
Every once in a while, as she was unpacking and organizing the attic office that had become her space, she would peek down through the ladder hole to see what he was doing. She would smile as she watched him work, and ignore any smells coming up the ladder.
Finally the day came. It was time to test the air cannon. How could she tell? He came home with a large bag of potatoes, and a piece of plywood.