A Touch of Ice
“Coffee in hand, I let them in and then sat on the front porch in a hazy pool of sunlight, hoping the caffeine would hit my brain and push go. Preferably before I wandered into my backyard to face the damage in the light of a new day.Probably it would have worked faster if Annie had added some cinnamon to the French roast, or if I’d had time for a shower. I was lusting for a shower. Should have taken one last night, but exhaustion overruled cleanliness. When I got out of bed, I’d pulled on the only clothes I had—my dirty sweats from the night before. I looked, and smelled, more hazardous than the descriptive report Mr. Pete Williams from Williams Demolition and Construction was handing to me.“Miz Gray,” he drawled, “y’all are goin’ta have a piece of work here. What’s left of the deck is goin’ta have to be removed and rebuilt. So’s a part of the kitchen wall. We’re goin’ta take the deck off today, keep it from falling down by itself and pos’bly causin’ more damage.
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