“When you said bright and early, you meant it,” Wylie said as he let Carl into the house.
“You bet ya,” Carl replied as he set down the cans of paint he was carrying. “It’ll take a couple of trips to get the rest of my gear.”
“I’ll help,” Wylie volunteered, and did, getting Carl’s thanks.
“Now go find something to keep you busy and out of my hair,” the handyman said with a grin.
“On it.” Wylie had anticipated that so he’d planned on doing something about cleaning up the backyard, with the possible aim of planting a vegetable garden the way his grandfather had, when he finished.
He got the gardening tools from the shed, which reminded him that he should go through the piles of boxes there. See if there’s anything worth keeping and do what with the rest? Take it to the dump, or to a nea
