Chapter 6
“Yep. Garry pointed me your way.” Without asking, he pulled out the other chair and sat. “You’re Tom’s grandkid, right?”
“Yes, sir.”
“Forget the ‘sir’. I’m Carl, pure and simple. So what do you need painted? My guess would be the main room. God-awful color now, if you ask me.”
Wylie laughed. “I agree. I haven’t thought about what color it should be quite yet.”
“Tell you what. I’ll come by tomorrow with some paint samples. You can look at them and then decide if you want to hire me.”
“Thank you.”
“Your granddad was a good man, Wylie,” Carl said. “Drank a bit too much but can’t say’s I blame him. He missed his wife something awful.”
“I know.”
“He was real proud of you.”
Wylie looked at him in surprise. “He was?”
“Yep. ‘Course he probably never told you. He was kinda shy on giving out compliments, but he’d brag about how you had your own business, you and a partner. Wasn’t too happy about your other choices but I get there’s not a damned thing you can do about that.”