Right before I started breakfast early on Saturday morning, Amy texted me, since she was also an early riser, mainly because the kids woke at an ungodly hour every day.
How was it? she asked.
Disaster” I replied.
Oh no! You okay? Amy added a nervous smiley face.
Yeah. Tell you about it later. Have a guy coming over this morning. I added a smile.
Say what now? You work fast. A shocked smiley face accompanied this.
Later, okay? I sent back.
Bye” She sent a face with a tongue sticking out at me.
At seven on the dot, Benjy knocked on my door. I knew it had to be him. Who else? But I checked the peephole, just in case.
I opened the door. “Come in, Benjy.” I stepped aside. He looked tired. “You need coffee, don’t you?” I asked as I led the way to the kitchen.
“Yeah. It’s the only way I
