Chapter 13

“One, yes, a landscape.”

“Hope the colors work with your new paint job.”

“I don’t think that will be a problem. You know the color I chose is very neutral.”

“True.” Carl finished his sandwich, took his plate to the sink, and said, “‘Bout time I got back to it.”

“And I need to tackle what’s in the storage shed.” Wylie gave a mock shudder, earning a laugh from Carl in response.

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The majority of what was packed into the boxes in the shed turned out to be old pots and pans, and bedding and towels, that should have been thrown out years ago, as well as magazines and newspapers Wylie’s grandfather had saved for…Hell, who knows why?He hauled those boxes out to the alley, setting them beside the bags of garden waste next to the trash can. Let’s hope this isn’t like the city where they wouldn’t pick up anything that wasn’t in a trash container.