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Putting Out a Contractor

"You are forgetting your contractor's oath," I say to Dan, my contractor. He throws me a glance of pure impatience.

"My what?" he says.

"Your oath," I say. "The promise you made on behalf of all the houses throughout the world in need of rehab. Your pledge!"

"Okay, you wanna refresh me on that?" he says. He is holding his tape measure, tool belt slung low across his hips, work boots tied in double knots.

"Consult never the husband," I recite. "Consult always the wife."

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