Chapter 17“Where’s Jack?”
Good question, and one Brinley wished came with a straightforward answer. “Feeling a little off,” he told the puzzled worker.
“Ah…Only we need to know…”
The man went into details Brinley barely understood, but he knew where to look. Jack’s work binder—the one he used to show Brinley most of his ideas. Pages collated when Jack still hoped the Holberton house would one day be his. Fortunately, after perusing the lists, they located the right materials the workers required. Still, the man wandered off, grumbling, “Hope Jack’s back tomorrow.” Clearly, he thought little of Brinley’s renovation skills. If only he knew the truth.
But Brinley hoped for Jack’s return, too, although what he would or should say to him next time they met, he didn’t know. Unable to wait an
