Chapter 45
I’m not going to lie; I was a little annoyed about the cameras.
They cost me ten grand, believe it or not, and they’d survived the weekly maid service and the kids playing and the workmen crawling all through the place, but now, thanks to Grandma and her penchant for violent cleaning, I’m going to miss the season finale of my favorite show.
At least the one in Mabel’s ceiling fan lasted long enough to provide supporting material for the pep talk that all my contractors need at the eleventh hour.
And if the contorted faces and sweaty outstretched palms I got to watch live all day long are anything to go by, knowing they’re being watched has made these Evanses scared.
Really, really scared, and probably ripe for turning on each other.
I just wish I could be there to see it.