Chapter 3
The roofers and the inspectors couldn’t get him in for at least a week. He had better luck with the landscapers, who promised to send someone Wednesday morning.
The knock came promptly at eight-thirty; Cal had just finished his second cup of coffee.
He opened the door, prepared to give a standard “good morning” greeting and stopped short when he saw Andy standing there with a clipboard. He blinked twice. “I thought you were a teacher?” He blurted out.
Andy smiled. “I work with my brother-in-law’s landscaping company during the summer. My sister’s husband.”
“Oh.”
“I know this is weird, Cal, but I was the only one available. If you want me to schedule someone else, I can.”
“No, it’s fine. I’m just surprised. Sorry. Where do you want to start?”
“It’s usually best to walk aro
