Andrews rubbed his sweaty forehead, thinking for a long moment. “Well, we’re a day behind now, I don’t see how a few more hours can hurt us any more than the rain did this morning. It wouldn’t be productive at all to move the rock trencher over to Andante while this lady gets moved in, but there’s preparation work to be done on Harmony Drive, so send your men over there for the time being, Lloyd.”
The construction worker shrugged his shoulders in response. Andrews looked hard at his employee and the man turned on his heel to give orders to the men standing in the street.
Kathleen felt she needed to apologize for her movers. “I’m really sorry about this. I just didn’t realize your crew would be working in front of my house today.”
“It’s not your fault, Miss...”
She extended her hand. “Kathleen Sullivan is my name.”
“Richard Andrews,” the construction foreman responded. He took her hand in his for a moment, and she could feel the roughness.
“Well, I’m sorry anyway. I know you have a schedule to keep. Thanks for your help. I guess I couldn’t have picked a lousier day to move back into this town. I wonder if this is a sign that I should have stayed away.” She laughed nervously and looked up at the gathering clouds.
Andrews had a rueful look on his face. “I’ve got a word or two about this place, but it wouldn’t help matters any. I’m sorry my company even got the bid for this job. No one expected there would be so much hard rock under the surface. We’ve had delay after delay.”
Andrews took off his hard hat for a moment and ran his hand through his gray hair, which was sticking to the sides of his head from the humidity. He looked straight into her eyes and smiled. His green eyes were friendly.
“I hope your movers can get you in without too much trouble. This mud won’t help you much,” he said as he turned to get back into the pickup truck.
Despite repeated cleaning of boots, the three moving men still tracked red mud into Kathleen’s mobile home. What they thought would take two hours, took longer because her large furniture did not fit well into the small home, forcing them to change arrangements several times.
To top the day off, a mid-morning downpour stopped them for 40 minutes because her expensive furnishings would have been ruined if they were exposed to the rain.
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