Charlie tried to relax as he crawled slowly across the garden on his hands and knees. Walt had been faithful to his pledge to tend Charlie’s garden, but that seemed to extend only to watering and harvesting. There was almost nothing ready to be picked and eaten, and a fine carpet of weeds had sprouted and begun their bid to take over his plot. He was not too worried about his harvest though, since the vines and bushes were heavy with ripening tomatoes and cucumbers and so forth. The weeds, however, demanded immediate attention, and Charlie got busy.
He had been scheduled to fly home Sunday afternoon but had changed his flight to Monday. All day on Sunday he had waited for a call from the Prentisses informing him of Maureen’s change of heart and agreement to meet with him and discuss Jack, but that call never came. “I’ll give it one more morning” he had said to his mother.
I think that’s pretty low of them to keep you in suspense” Elaine said to her son. “They should at least let you know that they’re still trying.”
“I don’t know what they could tell me, Mom” he replied. “They said that they would let me know if she changed her mind. I guess she hasn’t done that yet.”
“Huh!” Elaine snorted. “I really liked Maureen too, but my opinion of her is definitely going downhill. I have rights too! Why haven’t I seen my own grandson for two years now? And what makes her so high and mighty that she can’t even talk to you, when you came all this way and are willing to talk to her?”
“Come on, Mom” Charlie replied. “Give her a break, OK? I’ve got a pretty good idea of what she’s gone through ‘cause I went there too. I’ve had the benefit of some counseling and some pretty good friends. We don’t know anything about Maureen’s situation. Maybe she’s in worse shape than I was.
“Well, she’s not had to lift a finger, since you gave her everything you had, so I don’t know what she should be so depressed about. She could at least show you some consideration for that.”
Charlie knew that it would do no good to continue with this conversation so he proposed to take Elaine shopping on his last day. She was more than happy to go, and they spent many hours walking through stores as Elaine poked at and fingered the fabric of many items of clothing, ultimately buying a new sweater and a couple of blouses.
They ate in Old Town and in the afternoon, after a long day together, Charlie excused himself and took another long walk in the neighborhood. Partly, he wanted to avoid further conversation concerning Maureen, but mostly he just wanted to soak up as much of the warm San Diego ambiance in his old neighborhood as he could.
Monday morning had arrived with no call from Maureen or from the Prentisses, so Charlie returned his car and took the shuttle to the airport. He had a disappointing sandwich and a beer in the terminal as he waited for the one twenty five flight to Portland, which put him back in Vancouver by four thirty. He called Carolyn from the cab of his truck and arranged to see her at nine the next morning, and then drove to Billy’s cottage to pick up his garden tools.
It was almost five thirty when he arrived at the garden. Rachael had already left, if she had been there at all, and Walt was putting his tools away when Charlie drove up.
“Well, look what the cat drug in” he said cheerfully. “Did you get yourself remarried down there?”
“Not hardly” Charlie replied. “Never meant to, either. You wanna hear about it?”
“No” Walt said. “That’s personal stuff, and I don’t think you’d want to see me cry a tear for you.”
Charlie laughed and said “Actually, I’d tell you the story right now if I thought that I had half a chance to see such a thing.”
Walt laughed as well, and said “Special night at the Smelly Socks tonight. Joe and Dom will be out of town this Thursday, and Ted on Wednesday, so we’re getting together early. You going to make it? You can tell us all about your sob story then, and the beer will keep us from running away.”
Charlie looked forward to drinking a few beers with these men who knew something more about hard times than did most of the people of his acquaintence. His three days with family had been good; better in fact than he had expected them to be. But these men knew what it was like to pass through the fire. Charlie was anxious to share the current state of his quest with these good and trusted friends. “You bet I’ll be there.”
After waving goodbye, Charlie fell to his knees and began to tear into the weeds, knowing that he had only an hour before he would want to be at the pub. At the end of that hour he had almost two thirds of the plot weed free. “That’s going to have to be enough for now” Charlie said to himself. “I’ll get the rest tomorrow.”
The pub was crowded and noisy when Charlie arrived just before seven. The Seattle Mariners baseball team was playing somebody somewhere, and the game was being televised. With the Vancouver area dominated by media from nearby Oregon, the fan base was not what one would expect for the home state team. Most of the Clark County contingent however seemed to be at the Key and Lock, and the cheering was loud and raucous.
“Hi guys” he shouted above the roar that must have accompanied an important play in the game. “Do you think you could have picked a louder night? It seems like a graveyard in here tonight!”
Ted, Billy and Dom held their hands to their ears and said ‘Huh?” Speak up; I can’t hear you” in unison.
“You guys practiced that, didn’t you?” Charlie asked with a smile as he plopped down into his chair. Greetings were given all around the table and the server’s attention was caught. She knew what Charlie liked and soon a pint of cold beer was placed in front of him.
It was Billy’s turn to open the evening’s discussion, which was to proceed regardless of the noise coming from the crowd. It was the usual “What will we talk about tonight, gentlemen?” Everybody at the table knew about Charlie’s mission to San Diego, so all eyes turned automatically toward him.
What?” he asked. “Do I look like I’ve done anything worth talking about?”
“No” Walt said. “Not really. Let me tell you a story about when I was working for the school system.”
“Pipe down” Joe said, tossing a pretzel at Walt, who tried to catch it in his mouth but failed. Charle waited for the laughter to die down and then told his story.
“So you went to all that trouble” Walt said when Charlie had finished, “for nothing.”
“”No. Absolutely not. I don’t mean anything of the sort” Charlie replied. “I haven’t been close to my family for years; heck, when I look back, I don’t believe that I ever really was close to them. It was worth it if all that I accomplished was that. I feel like some sort of lifeline was reestablished, and that’s a good thing.”
“Oh, so we aren’t family enough for you?’ Dom asked. “And here I thought that Walt was your mother.” Another pretzel flew across the table, toward Dom this time.
“Yeah, Walt’s good, but he can’t cook like Mom does” Charlie replied. “And, I also know that my former in-laws don’t blame me for everything that happened. When Maureen and I started dating, they were more like my family than my family was. Mr. Prentiss was about the coolest dad that I knew, and it was a big relief to know that we could still be friends.
And speaking of fathers, I didn’t have any idea what a jackass my own father was. It turns out that I really don’t remember anything that he did; things that I should be able to remember. I’m pretty sure that my counselor will have a field day with that!”
“So, where will you go from here?” Billy asked.
“Well, it was disappointing at first, but I think that I’m OK with the situation now. I mean, I still really want to renew my relationship with my son and all, but if I have to rely on my in-laws to keep some sort of connection until he’s eighteen, then I can go that route. I’ll talk it over with my counselor and see what she says.”
At that moment a ring tone sounded in somebody’s pocket. All hands reached down to see if they were the offending party. Phones were to be kept off while the group was in session at the pub, and the price for breeching that regulation was that the offender had to buy the next round. One by one, the phones were ceremonially extracted from pockets, beginning with Walt, then Dom, Billy, and then Charlie.
Charlie was not concerned because he specifically remembered checking for a message and then turning down his phone’s ringer before entering the pub. He pulled his phone out and saw that a call had indeed come from “PRENTISS.” He let his glance linger for only a moment before showing to the group that his phone was in silent mode. The next one was Joe, and it was his phone that had been left on.
“Miss! Miss!” Walt waved at the server to get her attention. When she saw that it was Walt bawling at her she made certain to take several minutes longer than necessary to attend to their table, and Walt seemed like he enjoyed every minute of it. When she finally came to take their orders Walt asked for a point of a good craft beer in place of his usual Pabst Blue Ribbon. “When the beer’s on the house, the rules are all changed” he said with a big grin.
Charlie made a determined effort to put the phone call out of his head. He would not have known about it at all if Joe had turned off the ringer on his phone, and his loyalty to this group of friends had deepened to the point where he would not slight them in order to jump right back to his quest.
“So, where were we before we were so rudely -“ and at this Ted raised his beer “- but deliciously interrupted?”
“I was just wrapping up my tale about the trip to San Diego” Charlie said. “I’m going to be pouring my energy into ramrodding the work for Carolyn starting tomorrow and getting ready to go hunting with Billy here. Other than that, we’ll just have to see how it goes.”
“Well, all right then. What pressing world problem shall we put on the right track next?’ asked moderator Billy.
Charlie excused himself early, claiming that he wanted to be fresh and rested when he started work the next morning. He would be making an early inspection of the work under way on Carolyn’s three ongoing projects and then begin the conversion job in Parker’s Landing. He knew that the conversion would be a rather straightforward job and could be quickly completed. The interaction with Carolyn’s general contractor would require more delicacy. It would do her no good to run him off and leave her projects hanging while Charlie tried to cobble together a crew to finish the work.
As he drove home, his mind was racing as to what the message would be that was at that moment resting in his phone. He knew that the Prentisses retired early, and that there would probably be no use in returning the call at this hour. Of course, they might be staying up late, expecting him to call back the instant that he saw they had tried to reach him.
“I don’t know if I want to make myself look too eager” he thought. “I don’t want anybody to think I’m holding my breath, waiting for Maureen to call.”
Then a wave of shame rolled over him. “That’s exactly the attitude that I had before; always questioning her motives or thinking the worse about what she said and what I thought she was thinking. I thought she was playing head games with me but it’s me that’s playing them now.” All I want is to reconnect with Jack, and maybe help Maureen too, if she needs it. Why am I being such an asshole?”
Charlie decided to call as soon as he got home, and that is what he did. After he opened the door he walked straight to the tiny kitchen table and hit the ‘return call’ button. As he had expected, the same message that he heard when had called in San Diego came on, inviting him to leave a message of his own.
“Hello. This is Charlie, returning your call. I’m sorry that I was out of touch earlier, but I’m eager to speak with you. As you know, I rise early too. Feel free to call me whenever you would like to. Thank you, and I’ll speak with you tomorrow.”
“There” he thought, “it’s done. Now I have to forget about it and get some sleep”
That was easier said than done. Charlie undressed and took a shower, washing a day of travel and work in the garden, and thoughts of Jack and Maureen and his San Diego connections down the drain. He had toweled off and was getting into bed when Billy came in the front door. He sat on the edge of his bed, trying to force himself to climb under the sheet and put an end to the day. After a few minutes of debate he decided that it was of no use. He had to talk about this development with somebody, and Billy was going to have to listen to him. He got up and walked out to the kitchen, where Billy was making a cup of tea.
“Hey man. Guess what!” Billy said as he walked into the tiny room.
“Uh, I don’t know. What?” Charlie asked.
“Walt wants to go hunting with us. He said that he hasn’t killed anything in decades, and it would do him good to get back into practice.”
“Well, that isn’t exactly the sprit that I think of hunting in, but it certainly sounds like Walt. Are you cool with it?”
“Yeah. Hey, Walt’s really a pretty OK guy. Rough around the edges to be sure, but he knows what it feels like to have walked through the fire, and that makes me pull closer to him than maybe some others do. Shit, nothing that I experienced in Iraq comes close to the hell he walked through in ‘Nam.”
“He told about that” Charlie said. “Getting hit with machine gun fire and seeing friends die. I really can’t imagine what that was like.”
Billy looked at him for a few moments in silence, mulling what to say to Charlie’s comment. At last he said “His wounds were only what got Walt sent home. He saw a lot worse shit than that. Hell, I’ve got nothing on him. When he was over there – – -.”
Billy stopped, having realized that the beers that he had been drinking at the pub had lubricated his tongue a bit too much. “Sorry man, I’m talking about stuff that I got no right to talk about. Walt wants you to know about that, he can tell you himself. And I’d appreciate it if you didn’t bring this topic up, too. I just stepped way out of line there, and I feel bad about that.”
“Yeah man. Sure. No problem. I’ve already forgotten it. But hey, Ive got something to tell you, if you’re up to it.”
Billy was still obviously upset with himself for having touched on a subject that he should have never gone near. “You know, Charlie. I think I’d better take this tea into my room and get ready for bed. I’ve had a bit too much to drink tonight and I got a slip in my grip. Would that be OK?”
“Sure man. That’s cool It’s not really that important, anyway. I’ll save it for tomorrow. We both probably should get some shut-eye.”
With that Charlie went back to his room, closed the door and turned out the light, and then crawled into bed. “Oh, great” he thought as he lay there. “Now I’ve got the phone call and some mysterious past of Walt’s that’s even crazier than what I already knew buzzing in my brain!” He lay on his bed pondering a thousand possibilities while listening to the night sounds on the other side of his screened window. Eventually the crickets and cicadas won out over his wild thoughts, and fell fast asleep.
The next morning found him rested and ready to go. The thoughts which had vexed him the previous night had been put to rest and a deep and dreamless sleep had prepared him for a new day. Charlie was excited about taking his next step towards regaining his spurs in the construction trades by running Carolyn’s operation, and had actually forgotten about the Prentisses until the phone rang at seven o’clock sharp.
“Hello” Charlie answered.
“Hello Charlie” came the familiar voice of Warren Prentiss. “How are you today, Son?”
“Oh, I’m fine sir. Just getting ready to get to work. I have a general contractor who probably needs to ge given a little incentive to improve his performance. I probably should’t be looking forward to this as much as I am, but there it is,”
Warren Prentiss chuckled and replied “Ah, it makes me want to go back to work myself. I envy you, I think. Anyway, getting to the heart of the matter, I’ve finally heard back from Maureen. She’s nervous about the idea, but Mrs. Prentiss and I assured her that you were getting yourself back on the right track, as near as we could tell anyway, and that there would be no harm in hearing you out. She said that you can call her or send her an email. Does that work for you?”
Charlie didn’t hesitate to respond. “Yes sir. That works just fine. Give me a minute to get a pencil.” He found one quickly and said “Shoot.”
“OK. Her number is 503 774-2837, and her email address is firstname.lastname@example.org.”
Charlie wrote that information down quickly and then said “Thank you sir. I appreciate this more than I can say. I’ll let you and Mrs. Prentiss know how this goes.”
“By all means, do so” Mr. Prentiss said. “We’ll be hearing this from both sides and hoping for the best. Now, I’ll let you get to work.”
“OK. Thank you again, sir. You and Mrs. Prentiss have a great day too.”
Charlie clicked off of his call and sat still in his chair for a minute, absorbing this news. Maureen’s area code was 503, and that placed her somewhere in Oregon. This made a visit with her and Jack much more easily doable if it should come to that, and he knew instantly that he would be sending and email, and that right soon, but not until he had a chance to talk with D’Andra the next day, and probably Billy too.
He also noticed that the first part of her email address was moha; Mo Hamer. She still used his last name and the nickname that he had come to believe she was not fond of. Was she hanging on to some aspect of their marriage? “I guess I won’t know the answer to that for a while, if ever” he thought.
Having decided on how he would proceed, Charlie gathered up his clipboard and writing tools, and a few other necessaries, and walked out to the truck. He would get breakfast at Leroy’s this morning and hopefully see Jason. He wanted to keep the young man updated as to the possibility of learning some of the construction trades, and thought that face time would be preferable to a phone call. LuAnn, he expected, would not be back at work yet.
When he arrived at the restaurant he quickly learned that he was wrong on both counts. Jason was nowhere to be seen and LuAnn was flitting about from table to table, seemingly as chipper as she had ever been. Charlie was surprised by that, but after thinking about this thin but very tough lady he asked himself “Why should I expect anything else?”
LuAnn saw him and waved him over in the direction of the counter. He did as he was told and perched on a stool at the far end, near the front window. The place was not terribly busy, and soon LuAnn was standing next to him, waiting for him to stand up so that she could hug him. He complied quickly and gladly, and after the hug she walked around to the other side of the counter, picked up the coffee pot and a mug and returned to Charlie.
“My goodness” he said to her as she filled the mug. “I didn’t think I’d see you here yet. How are you doing?”
“I guess I’m getting on OK” she replied. “Sitting around an empty home wasn’t doing me any good, so I thought I’d get back to work. I guess I love this old hash house more than I thought.”
“I’m pretty sure that I know what you mean” Charlie said, thinking back on the last two years when his work was his only grasp on sanity, and probably kept him alive. “I didn’t enjoy my work the way you seem to, but it kept me focused on something besides what I was going through.” Charlie lifted the mug to his lips and took a careful sep, and then said “But you didn’t really tell me how you’re doing. You don’t have to if you’d rather not, but my question was asked because I really do care how you’re doing.”
LuAnn was silent for a moment, and then put her hand on Charlie’s arm. “Charlie, I’m doing fine. As fine as could be expected, anyway. I miss Duane almost more than I can stand, but our two families have come together during tough times before, and we’re doing it now. But people are always asking that question and not really wanting to hear the truth. You surprised me Charlie, although I don’t suppose that I should have been surprised. The answer is that I’m taking it day to day but I’m making it. And I will make it. And thank you for asking. Thank you even more for meaning it.” LuAnn wiped away a tear and then said “So, what’ll you be having today?”
Charllie placed his order and LuAnn returned to work. He got up and went to the kitchen window and waved to Tank, then returned to his stool. He wanted badly to speak of his trip to San Diego and his chance to make contact with Maureen, but she was busy and he felt like she might not be ready for that anyway. He sat quietly instead, drinking his coffee and waiting for his breakfast.
His food arrived and his mug was refilled, and LuAnn had a break in the action. She pulled up the stool behind the counter and began at last to visit with her friend. “So” she asked. “How did your visit to San Diego turn out?”
Charlie swallowed a mouthful of hash browns that he was chewing and answered. “Do you want to talk about that?” he asked. “With all that you’re going through, I’m surprised you have time for my stuff.”
“Of course I have time Dearie” she replied. “Last thing I want to do is wallow in my own pity. You said you care for me, and your life’s been no bed of roses lately, so I care for you too. And besides, I’m really interested in your mission down there.”
“Well, it was about as good as it could be. Actually, it went a lot better than I expected. I had a great time with my family and I got in contact with Maureen’s parents. They contacted her and she said that I could call or email. And guess what! Her area code is in Oregon, so she might not be too far from here.”
“That’s swell, Charlie. So, you gonna do it?”
“Yes, that’s my plan. I’m thinking that email is the best way to go. Jumping right to speaking with her on the phone is a little bit more than I’m up to, I think.”
“Yeah, I think you’re right. That’s how I would do it anyway. When are you going to do it?”
“After I speak with my counselor tomorrow. I’m going to write my own message, but I’m looking for input from a couple of people. In fact, I would like to know what you think about that.”
“About asking for advice, or asking about what to write?”
“Both, but mostly about what to right. I would love to know your thoughts about that.”
“Well, hold that thought for a bit. I’ve got to go earn my pay. I’ll be back shortly.”
LuAnn left to seat a new customer and give some others their check. Charlie sat waiting for her to return, and was beginning to feel a little pressure from the clock on the wall. He still had plenty of time, he thought, but a wave of new customers could torpedo this chance to speak of his plan with LuAnn, and he hoped very much to hear her wisdom on the matter. At last, she returned.
“OK. So what are you going to say?”
“Hah, I haven’t a clue, and probably won’t until I get to writing. What would you say if you were me, or I guess a better question would be what would you want to hear if you were Maureen?”
LuAnn didn’t take a second to answer that. “The truth. That’s my answer to both questions. Tell her the truth. And I’ve never been in her shoes; yours either for that matter, but I guess she’ll want to hear the truth. Or deserves to hear it anyway. Heck, I don’t believe that she would want to hear a lie, do you?”
Now, I know that sometimes a lie’s exactly what some people want to hear. I can’t figure that one out, but I know it’s true. But would you want to open up a conversation with your family with a lie? Naw, I can’t see that. That sort of thing always comes back to bite you in the butt. You intentions are good Charlie. Least ways, as far as I know they are. So run with them. Besides, if your mission isn’t successful and you fall on your face, at least you wont have a lie in your mouth when you land.”
Charlie thought about that for a moment and quickly recognized the wisdom in it. “I think you’re dead right on. LuAnn, I believe you missed your calling!”
“Oh no, I don’t think so. In fact, I hear my calling calling right now. Gotta go to work.”
LuAnn gave Charlie another pat on the arm and crossed over the tiny restaurant to fill water glasses and take orders and generally fuss over her customers with the care of a mother hen and the simple kindness of a friend. “Duane was a very lucky man” Charlie said to himself.
Charlie finished his breakfast, left a twenty on the counter which covered the cost of the meal and included a generous tip, and returned to his truck. Minutes later he was pulling up in front of Carolyn’s home, ready to begin earning his pay. Carolyn was ready too. She met him at the doorway, a leather pouch with files and other papers in it in her hand.
“Shall we get right to it?” she asked.
“Absolutely. I’m tanned, rested and ready. Your coach or mine?”
Carolyn chose the truck without a moment’s hesitation. Quickly they buckled up and Charlie headed the truck towards her projects on the other side of the city.
“So, how did your trip go?” she asked.
Charlie filled her in on the details, much in the same manner as he had with LuAnn. He omitted the part about The Prentiss’s call, and wondered why he did that. Carolyn was obviously focused on the job at hand and didn’t pursue the thread of conversation too deeply. “Park over there” she said finally, pointing to a space against the curb a quarter of a block in front of them.
Charlie did as he was instructed and the two exited his truck and entered a house that had a ‘FOR SALE’ sign pushed into the dry dirt that in better days had been a front lawn. For the next three quarters of an hour Charlie slipped into construction mode as he inspected the work in progress. He crawled underneath the house and up into the attic, and through every room in the place. He would write on his clipboard, ask questions about this or that, and about what the general contractor had told her about the progress of the job so far.
When Charlie felt that he had gleaned all that he could at this site they drove to the two others, both of which were smaller scale operations. Charlie repeated his inspection at the second house but found a team of plumbers at the third. Out of courtesy he did not subject the house to his inspection protocol. He did, however, introduce himself to the plumbers as a consultant to Carolyn, and asked a few questions, the answers to which he already knew. At the end of the tour they returned to Charlie’s truck and began the return trip to her home.
All of this time Carolyn had refrained from asking him questions. She could see that he had wheels turning in his head and left him alone while he did his work. She was anxious to hear what he thought though, and the moment that he started the truck she decided that her patients had been extended for too long.
“Well?” she asked.
Charlie was silent until he navigated the truck onto a busy street and then replied. “I’ve seen worse, but I’ve seen a lot better. There’s corners being cut. They’re subtle, but you can see it if you know what you’re looking for. These houses should move for you well enough, but the new owners are going to be having problems in a little while. If you plan on doing this long term, that could come back to haunt you. It’s a digital world, and work of mouth has expanded exponentially on social media. Short version? I don’t think this guy’s giving you fair value.”
Carolyn’s face showed her disappointment, and Charlie continued to speak. “I wouldn’t take that too hard, Carolyn. You’re not a contractor. How in the world could you be expected to be on top of all of the fine points of the trades? That’s what a general contractor is supposed to do; be the experience that an owner doesn’t have. He either doesn’t know his job or has decided to not do it.”
“So what should I do? I feel like firing the bastard right now!” Carolyn was visibly angry, which was something that Charlie had not seen yet. She sat motionless, looking forward through the front window of his truck, but her body was rigid and the muscles of her jaw bunched as she considered the bad work currently underway and, what was worse, the bad work that she had already sold to innocent buyers.”
“That’s sort of what I would advise you to do, but just not right now. If I’m not mistaken you’re making payments on these properties and won’t be able to get out from under that until the work’s done and their sold. This guy’s a jerk, but him and his crew are all that you have right now.
So what I suggest is that you let me put my boot in his backside and get what we can out of him while I get in contact with some guys that I used to know back in the old days. I don’t know who’s doing what right now, so I’ll make some calls. How’s that sound to you?”
“That makes sense” she replied. Charlie could tell that more was coming however. “I’m putting my name on this business, and my name means something to me. Charlie, I would like to expand your duties. I would like for you to teach me some of what you know. I’ll back off a bit from the acquisition end of my business and spend time learning how to see this stuff for myself. I hate being at the mercy of creeps like that Jackson. Would that be acceptable to you?”
Of course” Charlie answered. “That is exactly what I would do if I was in your position. I’m not going anywhere soon though, so let’s get these jobs sorted out and then get you moving forward again.”
“Well, I hope you’re not going anywhere but you never know. If you get back together with your family I could see you moving somewhere where there were fewer ghosts. I would hate to lose your expertise.”
Charlie was shocked by her statement. He hadn’t told her of the Prentiss’ call. She knew of his desire to reconnect with his son, but they had not spoken of that at length. He was surprised that she had thought about this at all. Charlie felt that he had to clear this issue up immediately.
“There’s not much chance of anything like that happening. My two main focuses right now are my son and this job. I must tell you, I haven’t felt the juices flowing like this for quite a while, and I like it. I’m fully invested in getting your construction issues sorted out and your business set on a good foundation. You helped me up when I was at rock bottom, and I won’t forget that. I’m enjoying myself these days, and I’m not going anywhere.”
“Thank you Charlie. I’m sorry that I suggested that you were. And it’s none of my business anyway, really. I’m just ticked off about getting snookered. I don’t like being at somebody’s mercy when I can’t trust them.”
“I don’t either” Charlie responded. I’ll be here, helping you all that I can, and I can’t think of anything else I’d rather be doing.”
They arrived at Carolyn’s house soon after this conversation and she invited Charlie in for lunch. He declined her offer, reminding her that he had one last project of his own to finish before he could work exclusively for her, and that his customers deserved his attention. “Of course they do. So you go and give it to them. I’ll see you tomorrow then?”
“You bet” he answered. She then exited his truck and walked up to the front door and entered her house. “I wonder if she’s going to kick somebody’s ass” he thought. “I wouldn’t be surprised if she does. That wouldn’t be the best idea she’s ever had, but I wouldn’t blame her if she does.”
Charlie pulled over to the curb a couple of blocks away from her house and pulled out his phone. He searched for a few moments until he found the website for Gomez, Baca and Sons; General Contracting, and then punched the number that was listed. After a few rings he heard a voice say “Hello, can I help you?”
“Manny? Is this Manny Baca?”
“Yes it is. May I ask who’s calling?”
“Oh, sorry. This is Charlie Hamer. How’re you doing Manny?”
“Ai! Charlie! Hijo de su madre! How’re you doing, man?”
“Pretty good. Pretty good. How’s the family?”
“Ah, growing up too quick. No really, how’ve you been doing? I heard about the crap you went through, at least some of it. Are you really OK?”
“I’m getting there. And I’m getting back into the game too. It feels good.”
“Ai, man, I’m glad to hear it. Well, what can I do you for?”
“I’ve got a situation. I’m working as a consultant for a lady named Carolyn Prescott. She’s flipping houses and has some pendejo named Jackson generalling her remodel work. You heard of him?”
“Jackson. Jackson. Nope, can’t say that I have. There’s a lot of new players out there Charlie; you know how it can be. So, what’s the problem?”
“He’s a rip-off. Putting lipstick on a pig. He’s cutting corners and doing crap work with a nice cover on it.”
“Ah, cabrón. Rape it and run, eh?”
“Exactly. She’s called him on a few things but he’s pretty good at covering his shitty work just well enough to get paid for it.”
“Well, why don’t you general it for her? You still got your license, no?”
“Yeah, I still got it. I don’t know. I got a few other irons in the fire. I was wondering, are you busy right now?”
“Yeah. I’m busier than a one legged man in an ass kicking contest.”
“Well, I’m glad and I’m disappointed about that. You know anyone who’s worth squat that’s available?
“You might try some guy who’s new to the area. He’s a Rusito named Pavel. Let’s see, I have his name around here somewhere. Hold on for a minute.” After less than a minute Manny came back on the line. “Kolochek. Pavel Kolochek. He’s new, like I said, but he does pretty good work. I don’t know about letting him general a job, but he’d make a pretty good sub and would take a lot of heat off of you. You want me to give you his number?”
“Yeah, that’d be great.”
Manny Baca gave Charlie the phone number and hung up after saying “It’s good to hear your voice amigo. I’m glad to hear that you’re back. Rosa and I have prayed for you.”
Thank you Manny. It’s good to hear your voice too, and I am really glad to be back in the game. Give my best to Rosa and the family.”
Charlie hung up and pulled away from the curb. He turned his attention to driving safely and putting his energy into the remodel project before him. As he pulled up in front of this last solo job, for a while at least, Charlie reflected that his life, all in all, had become something worth living again. He felt like he wanted to thank somebody, but it would take a long time to get in touch with all of those people. Instead, he decided that he would thank everyone by doing the best work that he possibly could, and jumped into it with energy and a big smile.