She couldn't keep postponing essential improvements simply because they were expensive. If she waited until she was wealthy enough to afford every possible improvement, she might spend the next several years living in a house she didn't feel comfortable in.
No, she would begin with the structure and make the necessary adjustments as she went along.
Once she'd made her decision, Heena picked up her purse and headed for the carpenter's workshop.
The carpenter was working near the entrance when Heena arrived.
The elderly woman was broad-shouldered, with strong arms developed through years of handling timber. Several pieces of wood lay around her workbench, and the sharp smell of freshly cut timber filled the workshop.
When she spotted Heena, she set down her tools.
"Miss Heena? You're back already. Is there something wrong with the measurements?"
