Chapter 12
“We get a portion of the hole dug,” Keri continues, “the part closest to the house, and then the backhoe snags on a cable—”
Dayla sputters into her soup. “What? What kind of cable?”
“Literally cable,” Keri explains. “Like for your TV. Apparently the utilities are underground at Windsor Farms, and—”
“And didn’t you call Miss Utility to mark the ground?” Even Dayla knows you have to call; she’s seen the trucks on the road from time to time, the numbers 8-1-1 in large type on the back of the vehicle.
“We did,” Keri says. “They came out Tuesday. The whole lawn is marked with spray paint and survey flags. This was apparently an additional line someone had spliced off the main one without telling the cable company. We also dug through an old invisible fence line, but it isn’t in use so we just cut it out.”
“Where did the cable go to?” Dayla asks. “How would the cable company not know about it?”