It’s leaking all over the kitchen floor!” Tessa squealed into the phone like a banshee. Her kitchen was a disaster area and had been for the past couple of hours, since the faucet started leaking. It didn’t do any good, as the plumber still refused to get his lazy ass out on a Sunday to fix her leak. His advice—turn off the stop tap and wait until tomorrow. “Yeah, thanks a lot.” She slammed down the receiver before releasing a stream of verbal abuse. It wasn’t often she cussed, but goddamn, when she did the air turned blue. She bundled a cup of lukewarm coffee into the microwave before turning to survey her kitchen. She’d already dealt with the stop tap. Did he think she was stupid? Numerous towels lay draped on the floor, soaking up excess water. She could do without her kitchen for a whole day. It wasn’t a major thing. She could use the bathroom water works; they were still operational. It was the principle. She’d paid the guy good money for previous jobs, the least he could do was help her out of a jam.
