Chapter Twenty-Three“I said hammer it in, not kill it,” Joe Price said. He came over to the mantel Sam was trying to wedge into place.
“Sorry,” Sam responded. “It was stuck.”
“Uh-huh. Here. Just goose it with the pry bar a little.”
Sam stepped back, letting his dad take over. He was better at the finesse stuff, anyway. Sam was here more for the grunt labor his dad's knees balked at.
“There, just a shift and a shove,” Joe said as the piece slid into place. “Bump it even with the rubber hammer and secure it with a few finish nails. I'll finish it later.”
“Fine. Need help with anything else?”
His dad shot a glance at him. “Why you so helpful all of a sudden? I thought you needed to get going on your next book or something.”
“Can't a guy help out his dear old dad once in a while?”
“No,
