John Bender, The Breakfast Club Nick pulled up to the job site just as the owners stepped out of what would eventually be their foyer. “Nick, thank goodness you’re here.” Judy Schwann, dressed head to toe in pink velour, hurried toward him, her hand reaching for his, her husband, Ross, hot on her heels. “Something wrong?” He knew before he took this job that these two would be high maintenance, but Judy was in his mother’s book club, so what was a guy to do? “I hope not.” She wrapped her fingers around his arm and looked up at him with her watery gray eyes. “I thought we’d be further along by now.” Nick patted her hand, then shook Ross’s. “We talked about this, remember? I told you we’d have you in by the end of September, and we will.” “Yes, but—” They’d been over this half a dozen times already. “We’re going as fast as we can,” he said. “But as I explained at the start, building a home is an exercise in patience. Do you want it done fast or do you want it done right?”
