in full — plus filing costs and interest.”
“You can’t do that,” Garrison said.
“You did that,” Daniel said. “Yesterday. With a pen.”
Vanessa appeared in the doorway in silk pajamas, her face going through several expressions and settling on none.
“Garrison, what is happening?”
“And one more thing,” Margaret said.
She stepped forward, small and silver-haired and absolutely terrifying.
“Yesterday, at your little brunch, you told this man he was one old carpenter working by himself.
I’ve known Frank Delaney for thirty-one years.
He has never once worked by himself.
You just couldn’t see the rest of us.”
She turned to Grandpa.
“Frank, dear, I’ll be by Thursday about the library shelves.”
And she walked back to her car like a queen leaving a lesser court.
Grandpa waited until the Hales’ door slammed.
Then he looked at me, winked, and said:
“They’re paying for custom work.
I gave them custom
