Just because the ceiling is leaking over here don’t mean that’s where the pipe is at.” The plumber tucked his hands behind the bib of his overalls and rocked back on his heels. Melanie rolled her eyes and made a face at her mother. “I just want to know can you fix it?” Mrs. Goodall asked. “I reckon. Might take a bit of time, though. And I charge by the hour.” “How much time you talkin’ about?” “Don’t know yet. Got to trace that leak back to the source.” “I’m not about to let you pull down every ceiling in this house till you find it.” “No need, ma’am. I got me a camera. It can travel two hundred feet, if there ain’t nothin’ in its way. Just need a small hole to start.” “And how much is that goin’ to be?” “Won’t know till I get up there and look around.” “Mama, just let him fix it,” Melanie said. “Mr. Richardson said he trusts you to take care of it. He’ll pay the bill.” Mrs. Goodall frowned at her daughter. “I’m not wasting Miss Tillie’s money any more now that she’s gone than I would when she was right here.”
