Tempe - Window Companies

Before they left, she handed them two ice-cold bottles of water and a paper bag of homemade biscochitos. “The other window companies,” she said, “they saw a transaction. You saw a house.”

Yolanda touched the highest mark. “Daughter. She grew up, moved to Oregon. Now it’s just me and the heat.” She paused. “The other window companies, the big ones? They sent salesmen in pressed polos. They quoted me triple-pane, low-E, argon-filled miracles. Fifteen thousand dollars. Then they offered me financing I didn’t understand.” window companies tempe

While Leo handled the caulking gun, Marco repaired a rotted piece of the sill for free. “Wood’s old,” he said. “Like half the houses in Tempe. You need this to last.” Before they left, she handed them two ice-cold

Ash Avenue was a time capsule. A street of modest 1950s ranch houses with carports instead of garages, where retired snowbirds and young ASU professors lived side-by-side in grudging respect. Mrs. Hinton’s house was the one with the bougainvillea swallowing the mailbox. “Daughter

Leo just shook his head and smiled. “The reliable sedan,” he said.