‘Holy hell,’ was the only thought running through her head. She had
never whipped up a concoction this energizing. Then, she noticed the
tool cart.“ONONOWAIT!” She spread herself over the open space
and grinned sheepishly. “I mean, I’ve wanted a skylight for a while.
This place needs a little light, don’t you think?” Angie gave a
lighthearted chuckle.
The Repairman jumped back about a yard at Angie’s panicked shout. As she explained herself, he nodded vigorously.
“Isee-see-see,” he said, digging into his toolbox. “Icouldstillhelpinstall-stall-stallingit!”
His eyes brightened as he pulled out a bag of nails, a glass pane, and some wood.“Youllneedframesglassandsomethingtosupport-port-portitallandframesandglassandframesandnailsandframes…”He continued, rattling off his list as he randomly pulled out more of the same three items. Rapidly, they began to pile up. The inkblot seemed totally oblivious to everything other than getting more supplies.
Siblings-a-Fixin' 