An hour later, the two of them remained holed up in the house, the rain still falling in driving sheets with the occasional spat of hail thrown in for good measure. During a moment of daring, Ryan darted outside and grabbed the cooler, dragging it back inside. They went for the beer, the rest of the day’s work forgotten. At least the rain had done one good thing, lowering the outside temperature so the house wasn’t so hot with all the windows closed. While Ryan sat on a stack of tiles meant for the kitchen floor, Frankie kept racing upstairs to check on the ceiling, fearful of a leak. During one of Frankie’s trips upstairs, Ryan pulled the receipt from his pocket and read it over.
“So far so good, the tarp’s holding up,” Frankie said, coming down the stairs.
Ryan tried to hide the receip
