Chapter 13
True to his word, Ed arranged for the plumbers to repair the sewer line. Cal didn’t know how it was getting paid for, and didn’t ask. He trusted Ed more than he trusted his family, which might not have been as much of a compliment as it sounded.
He was sitting on the front porch swing, drinking a beer and watching twilight settle, when Andy’s truck pulled into the driveway. He hoped Andy wasn’t here to argue; he didn’t have the energy for it.
He watched impassively as Andy walked up the front porch and leaned against the post.
“Hey.”
“Hey. What brings you by?” Cal tried to keep his voice neutral, but he was curious.
“I don’t know how much longer you’re going to be in town, and I didn’t like the way we left things last week.”
“I was being an ass. I’m sorry. And Dave wasn’t
