Watching Quietly From The Shade
I pulled forward to the shade of a maple and parked behind a hedgerow. From there, I watched the front door and noted times in my pad.
The handyman tested the gutter pitch with a level and hauled down a cracked section. Deborah checked her watch, said something short, and stepped back inside.
I recorded the departure time when the ladder came down and the toolbox snapped shut.
