It took a week and a half, plus a lot of sweating and swearing, but the quartet finally finished the job to their satisfaction.
“Now we hope Mr. Wilson likes it,” Snap said as they tossed the last of the empty paint cans in the dumpster.
“He will. We did great,” Rudy assured him.
“So now what?” Terry asked as they walked back down to the unit they were using. “We’ll have to move out of here, probably the sooner the better as far as he’s concerned. He’ll want to rent out the rowhouses, or—what do you call it? Flip them to make a healthy profit now that they’re in good shape? Find someone else to buy them.”
Josie sighed. “I guess that means we go looking for another squat.” She glanced around when they got inside. “I’m going to miss this place. It may not be much of a home, given how lit
