I took a step back and admired my hard work with a glass of cold lemonade. I’d hung two pieces of sheetrock in the living room after getting back from lunch with Opal today. It wasn’t much, but it gave me a sense of accomplishment.
A knock interrupted my pat on the back. The front door was open, leaving only the rickety old metal screen separating me from Mr. Grumpy.
“Oh no. Please tell me sss didn’t deliver the boxes I’ve been waiting for all day to your place. I swear I checked the address three times.”
Fox held something up. An umbrella? “You forgot this at Rita’s. Opal dropped it by my place and asked me to give it to you.”
I walked to the door and opened it, though I could’ve taken the umbrella through the giant hole in the screen. “Oh, thank you.”
He held it out. “Not sure wh
