gone over budget on the renovation” and would not be paying the remaining $6,200.
Grandpa laughed, because he assumed it was a joke.
It wasn’t.
Grandpa quietly reminded him that every number was agreed to in writing.
Garrison shrugged, glanced back at his guests, and said it loud enough for the whole room:
“You’re one old carpenter working by yourself. What are you really going to do about it?”
A couple of guests chuckled into their mimosas.
Vanessa sipped her coffee like this was an ordinary Tuesday.
Then she set her Birkin down on the window bench, patted it, and added:
“Everything’s already installed, sweetheart. It’s not like you can rip it out and take it home.”
That was the sentence that changed my grandpa’s face.
Understand — Frank is the least confrontational man alive.
He once apologized to a waitress because SHE brought HIM the wrong breakfast.
But this
