Home Repair is Homicide 13 - Crawlspace
“A feeling of panic rose in her as she contemplated the washing machine that no longer boiled the laundry no matter what temperature its control knob was set on.
Ditto the leakless faucet in the upstairs bathroom, the old doorknobs that now turned without falling off in her hand, four non-creaky stair treads each cured by the application of a single well-placed grooved ring-nail, and a carpet whose dinginess had been eliminated by the simple method of throwing the damned thing out.
She searched ...her mind for yet another useful project, found none, and sat down in the telephone alcove in dismay. Just doing nothing while waiting for word about Sam was impossible, and so was calling someone—anyone—for updates.
Or just to talk. She’d already called everyone, and Ellie was the only one who hadn’t made her feel that tearing her hair out was a viable option.
“I’ll be here,” Ellie had said. “Call any time you want. A dozen times, if you need to.”
Which Jake had needed to, but she hadn’t done it, because how many times could you tell even your closest friend that you were going crazy with worry, and even crazier with the inability to do anything helpful in the search for your missing son?MoreLess
Ditto the leakless faucet in the upstairs bathroom, the old doorknobs that now turned without falling off in her hand, four non-creaky stair treads each cured by the application of a single well-placed grooved ring-nail, and a carpet whose dinginess had been eliminated by the simple method of throwing the damned thing out.
She searched ...her mind for yet another useful project, found none, and sat down in the telephone alcove in dismay. Just doing nothing while waiting for word about Sam was impossible, and so was calling someone—anyone—for updates.
Or just to talk. She’d already called everyone, and Ellie was the only one who hadn’t made her feel that tearing her hair out was a viable option.
“I’ll be here,” Ellie had said. “Call any time you want. A dozen times, if you need to.”
Which Jake had needed to, but she hadn’t done it, because how many times could you tell even your closest friend that you were going crazy with worry, and even crazier with the inability to do anything helpful in the search for your missing son?MoreLess
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