Morning all. I am so ready for my morning coffee, so lets jump into the prompt while the pot brews. Then I can feel productive and not hover over the pot. Timers ready and off we go…
Again I fee like I need about five more minutes on the timer to really get a handle on what this storyline might be. I do kind of like the animosity between two people who should be working together for a common cause though
Tuesday, April 2nd: The water was running.
The water was running. I thought it a strange thing. No one was supposed to be in the house. Why would the water be running. I checked the first floor, looking for signs of forced entry. There were non. All the doors and windows were locked, no glass was broken. If someone picked the lock then I knew I wouldn’t be able to tell so I did no further inspection.
‘Maybe a pipe broke,’ I thought. The first floor kitchen and bathrooms were fine, no water running in them. I looked at the ceiling as I moved towards the stairs. There were no spreading stains on the vast expanse of white. I went up the stairs and headed straight for the bathroom. There I found the source of the running water. It was the bathtub. Somehow the faucet and knobs had been left off the pipes and water was gushing out of the open pipe end. There was no way to turn it odd so I left the bathroom and went back downstairs.
I grabbed the long-handled tool I knew I would need from the garage and marched to the front yard. There set in the ground was a metal plate. I used the end of the tool to lift the metal plate out of the ground and then lowered the tool into the hole. I hooked it onto the appropriate ends and turned off the water to the house. I couldn’t hear any water gushing now, but then I could only hear it when I was inside the house.
I sighed and lifted the metal plate back into place, taking the tool back into the garage. I was certain it had some sort of name, but I didn’t know what it was and had only needed to use it once before. My job usually involved staging and selling the properties the others worked on, I didn’t do the actual repairs. Truthfully I didn’t want to do the staging or selling either but that was a concern that would have to be addressed at another time. For now there were calls to make.
I pulled my cell phone out of my bag. I pressed the buttons that would get me to Luke. He answered and as always he sounded annoyed that I would bother calling him at all.
“Yeah,” he said.
“I am at the Lucas Avenue property,” I said not bothering with preambles. He sighed heavily.
“I’m not helping you move furniture,” he said before I could finish. “I don’t o the fru fru stuff, that’s your end.”
“And the building mechanics are yours,” I snapped back. “The upstairs bathroom had the bath tup faucet off. It was gushing water. I turned it off at the meter but you’ll have to fix it before I can do anything.”
“What do you mean it was off?” he demanded.
“As in it was bare pipe sticking out of the wall with water coming out of it. No faucet, no taps. Just water. And an open pipe.”
Luke cursed. “James was supposed to take care of that.”
“Well, the water is off now, so you can deal with it and let me know. The van with the fru fru stuff you hate so much will be here in an hour.”
Ten til Midnight 