She follows him into the foyer with her arms held stiffly at her sides. “I feel like I’m in a museum. I’m almost afraid to touch anything.”

“I assure you, things back then were much more solidly made than they are now. Everything is meant to be touched, to be used. It’s foolish to assume fragility based solely on age and beauty.”

“In other words, I shouldn’t be afraid to break your furniture, and you shouldn’t be afraid to break me. We both need to get over ourselves.”

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