Chapter 30

He did, I served up the salmon, put the bowl of salad on the counter, he filled the coffee cups, and we sat down to eat. I guess I must have been tenser than I thought because he finally asked me what was wrong.

“Nothing. At least not the way you’re thinking.” I put down my fork, took a deep breath, and said, “I think I’ve come up with a way to back on my feet.”

“Really? How?” He looked pleased at the idea, and interested.

I rubbed my thumb over my unshaven jaw, noticing vaguely that it still ached. “With your help,” I blurted out. “I’ll have to borrow money to buy the tools I need, and I guess rent a truck until I can afford to buy one. Then I’ll have to advertise. I figure Craigslist to begin with because it’s cheap to list a service.”

“By service, you mean as a plumber.” When I nodded, Trent said. “I think that’s a great idea. You know what it requires. All you have to do is get your name out there as an independent contractor.”