After our heated exchange, he marched into the living room, where he remained all day. Lacey and I took refuge in the kitchen, assuming the many tools on the floor were for us to use. We’ve done a good job, considering it has been the blind leading the blind, but neither of us wanted to get our heads bitten off, so we made do with the DIY videos on YouTube.
Our coveralls are covered in filth, but the sight is surprisingly rewarding. “Parts of my body I never knew existed ache,” I say, only half teasing.
Lacey cracks her neck from side to side in agreement. “I think we should celebrate.”
“Celebrate what?” I ask, scrubbing at a stubborn strip of paste.
“The fact that we’re still standing.”
Brushing away the hair from my brow with the back of my forearm, I can’t help but laugh. “I suppos
