A Tin of Old Photographs Revealed Why a Best Friend Kept Helping

siding. “Just be careful about how much you let him do.”

“The plumber was five hundred dollars,” I whispered, looking back toward the tree.

Rachel stopped tapping her pen, her face hardening. “He paid the plumber?”

“Yes,” I said.

“We need to talk about the payroll ledger on Monday,” Rachel said, her voice dropping as Harold began walking toward us. “Benjamin continue reading …