Olive took the towels over to the bathroom. There was water all over the floor and it was making its way to the hallway. Yuck, she thought. Olive took one towel and placed the other two in her father’s protruding hand. She got her shoes on and stood on top of the towel, moving it around with her feet to mop up the water.
“Tim, the plumber can’t come until tomorrow, he’s on an emergency job.”
“Of course he is! Well, can you call Greg Muller, Soph? His number is in my phone. He’s in the men's group at church, and if I remember right, he’s a plumber.”
“Ok, on it,” Sophia responded.
Olive had heard or seen that name somewhere. But where, she wondered. Her suspicions were confirmed when she heard James moan again, “Muller? As in Adam Muller? No!! I don’t want him to know about this!”
Olive
