A Five months after my husband Steve died，I woke up one morning to the maddening sound of a leaking faucet (水龙头）.I knew it needed repairs badly，but it 16 me so much just to think of it. All our 17 life, I was the “artist,” bringing to our house much imagination. Steve was the “ 18 ” one. He had a real gift for handling chores (家务活），19 me from unpleasant repair jobs. But how could such a good man have his life cut short so suddenly! I had been so sad and angry that I completely 20 the house. That leaky faucet somehow awakened me to the fact that I now had to 21 the challenge of getting things fixed. I got a workman named Ahmed. Entering the house，he stopped before a picture of Steve and me. “Doesn’t your husband 22 this kind of work” he asked. “It’s not hard. ” “He died months ago. When he was alive, he did all the repair jobs 23 I said quietly. Ahmed looked at me 24 , but didn’t reply. He fixed the faucet, adjusted the dishwasher door, and replaced a showerhead. Apparently he was gifted as Steve had been. He did a(n) 25 job. I asked him to name his fee. “No charge, Ma’am,” he said. “My father died early, and the neighbors helped my family through. ” By fixing a faucet, Ahmed mended my soul. Although I would sure carry the pain of 26 with me along, Ahmed reminded me of the abundant 27 in the world.

A．active
B．boring
C．careless
D．practical