“Of course.”
From a safe and supervisory position atop a table on the front porch, I watched the two men pace back and forth, talking with their hands, no doubt trying to figure out the best way to tackle the task. Baily had backed the truck right up to the house. The trees all untethered, all they had to do now, this manly looking man who was used to lifting fifty-pound bags of cat litter and furniture when he vacuumed, and another who probably only lifted pencils and microphones, was haul these massive scratching posts indoors for me.
“I’ll pull, you steer from the back,” Baily suggested once closer to the porch and therefore me as well.
“I’m pretty sure it’s better if we’re both on the same end.”
“Who’s done this before?” Baily asked with a smile.
“You, but…but you said a couple of guys from the lot usually come to help you out.”
“We didn’t need them this year, though, because now, I have you.”
“For whatever that’s worth.”
If Del hadn’t said it, I might have.