“Fine, Mrs. Albright,” he called back. “Just a… tricky obstruction.”
“It’s down there,” she whispered, pointing to the cellar steps.
Frank’s professional outrage flared brighter than his fear. “You little blighters,” he hissed into the shaft. “That’s my livelihood you’re messing with.”
“No job too strange. No blockage too cursed.”
“Fine, Mrs. Albright,” he called back. “Just a… tricky obstruction.”
“It’s down there,” she whispered, pointing to the cellar steps.
Frank’s professional outrage flared brighter than his fear. “You little blighters,” he hissed into the shaft. “That’s my livelihood you’re messing with.”
“No job too strange. No blockage too cursed.”
