I jabbed my chisel at her. "You own this house!" I hissed at her. "You own it, you're changing it; you never told me! You never told me. You with your little inquiries about who lived here and all about encouraging me to work here because I enjoyed this place as a child. You are the one who's finished it for me. You've changed it all!"
"And I did not tell you."
"Yes!" That of course was the hard pit of it stuck sharp and burning in my throat.