“Not too bad,” Mike said as he surveyed the bathroom.
“What do you mean, not too bad,” Brody grumbled, and Sage repeated. “We did a perfect job.” He hedged a bit. “Well, it will be, when we get a rug to cover the plywood over the hole, and something to set on it.”
“We found a chair that might work,” Sage replied. “Come on. Help us haul it and the bed up here.”
“Umm, it’s still light outside,” Jon pointed out.
When Sage told Mike what he’d said, Mike snorted. “A hell of a way to get out of working.”
“Well, if you don’t mind the neighbors seeing one end of the bed floating in mid-air…”
Sage didn’t bother to repeat that as he and Mike returned to the truck. They hauled the bed and chair into the carriage house, and with Brody and Van’s help, up to the bathroom—with some muttered oaths a
