Chapter 18
Maggie Valley, NC
“YOU KNOW, BABE,” Mike said. He was looking at the redwood siding.
“What?”
“This siding could use a good coat of stain. So could the deck, for that matter.”
“Are you thinking what I’m thinking?” I said.
“The twins?”
“Yes. I think they may have said something about having worked at house painting.”
“Let’s ask them.”
“Sure, but let’s wait and do it this afternoon in their mother’s presence,” I said. “I want to get her reaction.”
“Done.”
“I wonder if that hardware store in Waynesville will deliver an extension ladder out here?”
“Probably, for a price.”
“At times like this, I wish I had a pickup truck.”
“You’d look good in a truck,” Mike said.
“Here come the twins.”
“Hi, guys,” Mike said when the boys were within earshot.
“Mornin’.”
“Give us a han
