furious“Mm. I bet it did,” said Myrtle.
Flint looked at the rooster clock in Myrtle’s kitchen. “Thanks for the snack and lemonade, Miss Myrtle. You’re the best. But I think it’s time I get up on your roof and get the junk out of the gutters.”
“Thanks so much, Flint. I do appreciate it.”
Flint spent the next half hour up on Myrtle’s roof, blowing debris off with a blower and throwing other stuff off by hand. Then he tidied up the yard; a good thing, because Myrtle was sure Dusty wouldn’t fancy clearing up the mess someone else had made. Then Myrtle paid him for the work and he promised he’d be in touch soon about the fence repairs.
When there was a tap at her door just a minute after Flint left, Myrtle assumed he might have left something at her house. So she was surprised when she ope
