“Where do you think Jake learned it? It’s been a while but I bet with a little help, I could do it,” Sam said. “I’m supposed to help Jake starting next year.”
“When you retire?” Molly asked.
“Why didn’t Jake tell me that?” Molly bit her lip.
“Because he doesn’t believe I’ll stop working at Lipson,” Sam said. “You know what Molly? I’d love to work on some windows. It’s exactly what I need right now.”
“There’s a piece that is rotten. Can you…?”
“Of course,” Sam said. “Where are the windows?”
“At the workshop. I picked them up earlier this week. I mean, I know it’s stupid but I kept hoping Jake would… He’s really sick still.”
“He’s mending,” Sam said. “What’s the deadline?”
“Well, the owners decided to paint. Colors. But they need a color consultant. We’ve used a woman who’s really good, I don’t know her name. She works at Belcaro Paints. Has an Irish last name I never remember. She’s fast too. But, she’s not available for a while. Or at least that’s what Belcaro said. They have a couple people but she’s really good so I want to wait for her. The owners…”
“I have someone who might help.” Sam smiled. “You know Jill, right? I bet she’s your Belcaro expert.”
“Wow, Jill. That’s right. Her last name was McGuinsey. I always forget that. Great. I can have painters through in a day. Oh. Gosh, that’s just great.”
“When do you need the windows?”
“Tonight? No, if we paint then… How about by Sunday? The owners could move in next week after the painters finish.”
Sam nodded. “I’ll take a look at them tonight and let you know if there are any complications.”
“Thanks Mr. Lipson.” Molly beamed at Sam. “See you tomorrow night?”
“I’ll look for you,” Sam said then walked her to the door.
Molly smiled, waved, and then went across the lawn and into the growing crowd.
“We were right,” Delphie said. She had watched the entire interaction from the kitchen entrance. “Are you sure you want to do this?”
“When you first brought it up, I thought it was crazy. I can’t go back to carpentry! I’m an underground man.”
“I remember,” she said.
“But you’re right, Delphie. I need movement, something to look forward to other than fishing and lying around.”
“You’ve never been that man,” Delphie said.
“What’s Jacob going to say?”
“I’m sure he already knows. Don’t worry about Jake.”
“He was so angry when I went to see him in Maine. Furious. And I can’t blame him. He’s not even thirty yet. I don’t…”
“Don’t worry,” Delphie said. “Do you need to get to a site right away?”
“Would you like to help me with my beehives? I want to do a split so we have a few extra hives going into winter. I need help lifting a few boxes. Mike usually helps me but he’s in Chicago.”
Sam beamed. He hadn’t realized how worried he’d been about his future. As relatively young man, what was he going to do with himself when he stepped away from Lipson Construction? The worry ate at his peace of mind. He hadn’t slept well.
Hearing Delphie talk about beehives, and the joy of carpentry, he saw his life continuing. Yes, bees, his hammer, a few projects and fishing and love and…
“Come on, old man,” Delphie laughed. “Help me then get on your way.”
The retelling of Celia’s Puppies, Denver Cereal Volume 2, continues tomorrow…
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