The Great Jackalope Stampede
“Natalie called up to Claire, who was busy installing plumbing vents on the roof of the new restroom under a cloudy sky. The lack of the sun’s rays was a relief after being cooked up on top of the building day after day last week.
“I need to finish tarring this vent first,” Claire hollered back, brushing on the pungent black paste around the edges of the vent’s flange.
One more exhaust vent after this one and she could head back down and hide from Gramps and his cackling cronies. They were currently going back and forth between rehashing bawdy stories from their time in the Army and heckling her about her handiwork. Her threat to climb down and tar their lips closed had fallen on deaf ears—seriously, only Gramps’s mutt Henry had heard her threat. He had barked at her in response, pawing the ground. The little shit’s doggie ego needed to be taken down a notch before his collar got too tight from his swelled head.
The ladder creaked behind Claire, followed by the sound of boots scuffing ...on the shingles.MoreLess
“I need to finish tarring this vent first,” Claire hollered back, brushing on the pungent black paste around the edges of the vent’s flange.
One more exhaust vent after this one and she could head back down and hide from Gramps and his cackling cronies. They were currently going back and forth between rehashing bawdy stories from their time in the Army and heckling her about her handiwork. Her threat to climb down and tar their lips closed had fallen on deaf ears—seriously, only Gramps’s mutt Henry had heard her threat. He had barked at her in response, pawing the ground. The little shit’s doggie ego needed to be taken down a notch before his collar got too tight from his swelled head.
The ladder creaked behind Claire, followed by the sound of boots scuffing ...on the shingles.MoreLess
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