My Dad Finished Repairing My Boss’s Pool and Was Refused Payment, Then One Look at the Water Told Him Exactly What to Do
“And I have something.”
“What do you mean?”
“I’ll tell you tomorrow.”
“Dad.”
“Go to work in the morning.”
His voice was calm.
Not excited.
Not angry.
It was the voice he used whenever he had finally understood a difficult problem.
The following morning, at 7:46, my phone rang.
Dad.
“Get over here.”
“Where?”
“Richard’s house.”
“What happened?”
“Your boss just found out what was underneath his pool.”
I froze.
“What are you talking about?”
“I’m not alone.”
“Who’s there?”
He told me.
I grabbed my keys.
The drive normally took twenty minutes.
