Chapter 16: The JournalistThe condominium on the third floor at 56 Campton Road had seen better days. Part of me wondered why Zac purchased the place, knowing that he had to put a lot of work into making it the home he wanted for a happy-ever-after life.
We had spent the morning putting his bedroom floor down, cutting to fit and locking faux walnut boards together, tapping them gingerly into place with rubber hammers. With half the floating floor complete, we decided to take a break and have a piss, cup of coffee, and conversation.
Like the previous day, the ice storm swirled outside. Loving the weather and being an iceman at heart, I actually took the hour out of my morning schedule and walked over to Zac’s condo, to help him with his work for the day. As for the forecast, the storm wou
