Chapitre 32: Chapter 32

He shook his head. “We both are, you just have to get back in the habit again.”

“I will. I am. Meaning I have to see if you have anything I can work with to make dinner.”

We ended up with the bachelor’s special—spaghetti with meat sauce and a salad. Afterward, we put our heads together to come up with an ad for my nascent plumbing business, and then posted it, using my cell phone number as the way to contact me—if anyone wanted to.

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“Mr. English?” a woman asked when I answered my phone, two days after the ad went live.

“Yes.”

“I’m having problems with my sink. It keeps backing up and nothing seems to work. Can you come take a look at it?”