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.
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