Chapter 25

Just like the first time here, I had to keep him on track as he walked around, running his hand down the slabs. He finally found one he liked and pulled me over to it. I shook my head since he had no clue about what would make a good food prep surface.

“Hey, come here, Fredi. Look at this one!” He dragged me by hand to the slab. “What d’ya think?”

“It’s not finished. We don’t know what it’ll look like when it is.” I turned and took a step to go back to the bin with the finished slabs.

“No, wait, Fredi. Feel it. Nice, huh?”

He ran my hand down the nubby surface.

I sighed and rolled my eyes. “Wonderful,” I deadpanned. “You can wash clothes in the stream with it. If you can lug it down to the water.”

“What?”

“It’s a washboard. For a kitchen counter, you want something smooth.”

“Why?”

“Because.”

“That’s not an answer.”

“Yes, it is.”

He shook his head, his arms folded over his chest, his feet planted. “No, it isn’t.”