Chapter 5

The labor was intense: measuring the lumber for accurate cuts, sawing the wood, carrying it, and nailing it together to build something that I appreciated and would use each and every day. I helped Carl construct its frame, piece by piece, minute by minute at his side, learning about angles, types of wood, the use of various tools, and basic construction skills. Our progress was slow but meticulous. And even I admitted that the structure was coming together in just a few days.

We worked from early in the morning until four in the afternoon. Both of us were hungry and exhausted. Our hands and backs ached, but neither of us complained. Rather, we popped two aspirin each, and dealt with the pain, unchallenged.

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When the stairwell was just about finished, we stood chest to chest, almost hugging. Both of us were sweaty, exhausted, and out of breath. He placed his palms on my shoulders and said, “We deserve a beer.”

I shook my head. “You mean a martini.”