PENNWOOD AVENUE, BY SANFORD ZANE MESCHKOWThere was no getting around it; the basement laundry sink needed scrubbing out. The two-story brick house Jake Weaver had inherited from his parents needed maintenance and the work helped him put his time in Vietnam behind him. Even waxing the floors and cutting the front and back lawn was better than brooding. Someday he would marry and start a family in this house. He didn’t dare let it start to crumble. After he ate breakfast and fed White Rabbit, he collected what he needed and got busy. It was a mystery to him how all that foamy water could somehow get that sink so dirty.
The phone in the living room rang. And kept on ringing. There he was with gloves foamy with cleanser and, of course, no phone in the basement. He said a few Vietnamese words
