E-peshawari
Copyright© 2015 by Old Man with a Pen
Chapter 6
Then came the labor:
The roof of the largest coral block building had lost a few stripes of corrugated tin. That had allowed waterborne sand to fill a couple of rooms to the bottom of the window cutouts.
Josie said: I did ... and she did something else. She showed me later. The two rooms were at the front of the mighty fine coral block building. Digging into the sand ... speaking of the sand ... waterborne sand is what I should say ... packed ... next up, in a geological manner of speaking, is sandstone ... digging into the sand was mostly digging under it and breaking off the unsupported top. Since there were no glass windows in the window-holes, I folded back the shutters and pitched everything out on the veranda.
I did discover the reason for the two rooms.
They were there for the retail displays. Hoes, scoop shovels, pointed shovels, three tined pitchforks, push brooms and sweepers, axes, hatchets, mattocks, all manner of saws ... just about everything an islander could use and some things to satisfy the wanter.
It certainly made the cleanup go faster.
"Hey!"
I looked up. "Hey, yer own self."
"Step outside and give the tin a shove?"
They may have been the original roof or Josie found new, but they were the same green and fit the holes. She had found some kind of glue and had slathered the crossbeams. The edges overlapped and she slowly lowered the sheet in place. Then she walked on it.
I couldn't have done it, but she was light and the glue seized on contact.
"Get all that sand off my porch," she said.
"Yes, ma'am."
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