Murphy moved around my kitchen like he belonged there. He seemed eager to be useful, and I couldn’t fault the man for that. Over a breakfast of cheese and bacon omelets, I explained what needed to be done.
“The deck in the back needs some work. The weather is turning, though, so you might not be able to do anything outside today. But I have a big shed out there that has its own generator. You can cut the wood that I’ve already stacked in there, and do measurements in preparation for a dry day.” Interesting how I was already thinking he’d be staying longer than a few days. “Ever worked with a saw?”
He drank some coffee. “Yup.”
When he didn’t add anything more, I said, “Everything you need should be in there. Help yourself to food and whatever you need while I’m at work. Do what you can a
