We were at John and Aussie Bronwyn’s for dinner with the rest of the neighbors when Rick first announced our intentions.
“We’re going to tear down the wall,” he said.
Suddenly the room fell silent. Forks were held frozen in mid-air. Mouths full of food had stopped chewing.
This was less than a year after we’d arrived here in Martinborough, and we didn’t yet understand that our house had come with an advisory committee.

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