Barrett
"Can I get some of the plywood in the yard?" I ask Colt as Abel and I roam the aisles of the hardware store. "Our windows haven't come in for the upstairs alcoves and it's supposed to storm tomorrow." It's the only way for us to protect some of the work we've already done. "They're three weeks behind, and it's starting to get annoying."
"Yeah, I saw the forecast,".” Colt whistles. “Looks like some crazy weather coming in.”
“Vaughn's already planning on having to go out, and we're’ not working tomorrow.” Abel reaches forward, grabbing for a screw set he's’ been eyeing. “I plan on sleeping late and playing some <em>Call of Duty </em>kind of like a snow day when we were kids and school was called off."”
“What about you?” Colt looks back at me as we head toward the yard.