“He was one of the last good men in this world, he was,” said one of the men from her framing crew.
“Aye,” added his friend, a man who also worked in the yard. “It was a sad day when he left this earth.”
Instantly, Mary-Michael’s eyes were swimming in tears. If only these men knew the debt of gratitude she owed Mr. Watkins for the life he’d given her, and the affection she would always have for him. The man had given her a chance to prove herself more than just capable in this business. He’d seen something in her, something besides her stubbornness, then he taught her everything he could with the time he had remaining.
“He was an amazing man,” she replied, trying to control the quiver in her lip, knowing these men held similar sentiments to hers. “I miss him very much.”
The men tipped
