“How do you like my new project?”
“Would it kill you to, just once, say you liked something that I did around here?”
“No. Not if I liked it. I would tell you.”
“Do you know how many people want this kind of fence around their house?”
“No. But what I saw was half a fence. And it doesn’t match anything you had done to the roof or the siding. A fence with peeling white paint, HALF a fence, really, in front of a carport I didn’t want, in brown and green.”
“You never appreciate anything I do!”
And with that, Hick turned on his muddy heel and made his exit, with no comment whatsoever about the nine hours over two days that Val spent preparing dishes for the Easter feast, which was consumed in 20 minutes and 18 seconds.