Monday morning at seven o’clock, I pulled up in front of Mr. Henson’s house with the necessary equipment and crew to get started on his landscape project.
I left Kyle behind, doing some preliminary sketches and running the office as usual. He did some of the outside jobs from time to time, too, and went with me on quotes, but he preferred the design and management aspects of the business. Besides, his skin was very sensitive to the sun, and he burned at the drop of a hat.
Mr. Henson was already in the backyard, eager to get started. I hoped he wouldn’t get in my way.
“Good morning, Mr. Beck!” he greeted me cheerfully.
Jesus, it’s too early for that much energy.
I suppressed a sigh and said, “Please, call me Clint,” as I shook his hand.
“Excellent! I wanted to tell you another idea th
