sutton-dayâ:
@harlankexneâ
Suttonâs house was not the nicest. She had bought it with the saving her parents left her and what little she saved for herself from her teachers pay check. It was an old little house in the middle of a cute little neighborhood. It was nice. It was charming. It was everything she needed. On occasion though, little things would break, or sheâd have to repaint the walls. There was a bit of upkeep, but she didnât mind when it was something she could do herself.Â
Today, the pipe under her sink was leaking. The woman knew nothing about plumping, but luckily she knew someone who did. Harlan Keane was a good man. She knew heâd make time to come over and help her. âSo, itâs just the pipe under the sink, Iâm not really sure what happened?â She spoke as she lead him into the kitchen. The two had been friends for a while now, after a random day at Rosieâs Diner. It seemed like in a town like this thats how you met everyone, just wandering around town. âHow are you Harlan?â She asked as she leaned against her counter.Â
In addition to being a good friend, Harlan also happened to be their personal handyman. He didnât mind it, honestly, as long as they paid him a hot meal every so often. And companionship. On this particular day, he was headed to his friends Suttonâs place to figure out what was happening in her kitchen sink. Dressed for comfort in the cold night, he had on a sweatshirt and jeans when he hopped up Suttonâs front steps.
âHey Sutton, hows it going.â He greeted, brushing over his beard with his hand. Tucking his hands in his sweatshirt after dropping his kit right inside the kitchen, he listened to her description. âIt shouldnât take too long.â Getting out his tools, he opened the undercupboard and took all the stuff out, placing it neatly on the floor away from the space he needed. Harlan shook his head at her question, still trying to get a workable space. âSame old, same old. Nothing ever changes. You?â









