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74 Godiva Street - Saturday Afternoon
Oct. 12th, 2024 11:42 pmWith the roof done, Dean was now tackling the front door. He’d thought it was going to be a quick swap-out, but when he pulled the frame off, he noticed the header was shot. What should’ve been a half-day job turned into a full-blown project with multiple trips to the hardware store.
As he was shimming the new door into place, his phone buzzed. He pulled it out to check which one it was: just the one labeled "FBI." He didn’t bother looking at the number. One of these days, he'd learn that was a bad habit.
He answered in his usual style, "Federal Bureau of Investigation. Tom Willis speaking."
The voice on the other end was anything but friendly. "Yeah, right. Who is this?"
( It doesn’t have to be parents weekend for family to show up and make trouble. )
Dean groaned and looked back at his door that he was working on… If he could have, he would have stopped for the day. But job wasn’t done so with another sigh he went back to work.
[NFI]
As he was shimming the new door into place, his phone buzzed. He pulled it out to check which one it was: just the one labeled "FBI." He didn’t bother looking at the number. One of these days, he'd learn that was a bad habit.
He answered in his usual style, "Federal Bureau of Investigation. Tom Willis speaking."
The voice on the other end was anything but friendly. "Yeah, right. Who is this?"
( It doesn’t have to be parents weekend for family to show up and make trouble. )
Dean groaned and looked back at his door that he was working on… If he could have, he would have stopped for the day. But job wasn’t done so with another sigh he went back to work.
[NFI]
