As promised and paid for, on the expected morning, the truck from Stockman's lumber yard came. The delivery man walked to the door and knocked on it briefly. As she opened the door, the creaking sound of the door reminded her to ask Joshua if he could lubricate the hinges.
"I have a delivery for Ms. Maggie," the tall and muscular man with dark hair and brown eyes wearing a blue button-down shirt with the Stockman's logo on it.
"That would be me, thank you," she smiled, casting a look over their shoulders at the delivery.
"Where would you like to have the lumber dropped?" he asked.
Maggie led them to the back of the storage, where the man agreed to drop the lumber he brought in. The man walked up to the forklift that was connected to his flatbed truck and dropped it down to the ground.
