Felix never made it back into work the day before. He’d tried calling Kirk to tell him there wouldn’t be any ice cream, but he didn’t pick up, and Felix didn’t see him at any point. Perhaps he should’ve crossed the street and knocked on his door, but he was too exhausted. Too much had been happening and all Felix wanted was to lock his door and not have to see anyone for the entire day.
It wasn’t an option, of course. A dehumidifier would be put into his kitchen sometime during the day, and it would have to stay for two days. This, he’d been told, was not bad at all. He’d been lucky the leak hadn’t gone unnoticed for weeks. It only needed to get dry, once it was, the dishwasher would be reinstalled, and he’d have to get a new floor.
In Felix’s book, it was terrible, but the guys working
