Bedtime Story: Silver and Scotch – Night 18
Silver and Scotch
Copyright 2015 by Barbara Hinske
Blake worked on the pergola, all the while surveying the windows and entrances to the house. He figured out the layout of the rooms and caught glimpses of the furnishings. His plan was coming together nicely. They finished the task near the end of the fourth day.
“Know anyone else that needs help around here?” he asked the foreman as he handed him his wages.
“Can you paint without making a mistake?” the man asked, waving to a house on the other side of the street. “My brother-in-law is working over there and the owners have banned all but two of his crew. They’re supposed to paint the entire interior before the tour, but no one is good enough. He says that there’s enough carved molding to make you lose your mind. And they haven’t moved a single thing out of the way. You have to work around all of their stuff.”
Blake smiled. He’d never painted a thing in his life, but he was a fast learner. “Painting is my speciality,” he replied.
“Go tell Frankie I sent you. He’ll hire you on the spot. And don’t say I didn’t warn you,” he said as Blake turned and headed for the grand old home.