Despite having gone to bed distraught and crying, Lek had fallen asleep quickly, leaving Craig lying in bed, staring at the moving shadows on the ceiling, wondering what he could do to help. The way that Lek had put it, it would seem very little, but he had a few ideas that he hoped would make a difference. He knew that his first move would not gain Lek’s approval, but he had so very few options, and perhaps she wouldn’t have to know about it. He excused himself by quoting his father to himself.
When he had worked for his father twenty years before, he had asked him for advice.
“If I do the best job I can, Dad, it will show up that carpenter’s shoddy work, so what should I do?”
“Always make your own work look the best you can, son,” he had advised. “That chippie is responsible for what
