I could make a fortune giving haunted house tours. We could turn off all the lights and let people walk through while the plumbing is being installed. Not only would it be terrifying, but the money earned could subsidize the cost of the new pipes and maybe even the port-o-let. It has taken a lot longer than the one week to have the plumbing up and running. The plumbers tell me I’m not the only person in town to need a plumber. The person who took our pipes managed to do it in a flash, virtually under our noses. I have a feeling whoever was responsible could install them much quicker than the Laurel and Hardy that Clean Flush sent over. The pipes must have been stolen some unusual day when the house was empty. And what became of all that copper? It doesn’t seem like someone could walk into a pawnshop with a truckload of copper and hock it like a television to be displayed next to diamond rings and roller blades. I keep thinking how I brought all this on myself. It’s what they call Karma.
