Welcome to the Wakefield Doctrine (the theory of clarks, scotts and rogers)
This is the Wakefield Doctrine’s contribution to the Six Sentence Story bloghop.
Hosted by Denise, governed by the Lord High Sextuplet (aka ‘the God of as many arms as fingers…sorta’)
OK. You’re surely used to how we do some sort of intro here, before you get to the Six below. Can’t help you on this one. The most charitable I can be, in terms of ‘what-the-hell?’, that seems to seep from this story, and, to no small degree inspires a sense of gratitude at being limited to six sentences, we’ll say, ‘Hey, It’s no secret that half of why we participate in this ‘hop is to learn to write better.’
Prompt word:
SCALE
“Are you sure?”
Kathryn Holmes smoothed-down the edge on the personal pronoun and, as added insurance, remembering the three-week wait for the plumbers now standing in the basement of her new vacation home, threw in a touch of eyebrow furrow; a successful career on Wall Street equipped her with interpersonal skills if not an over-abundance of patience.
“oh, ayuh. You got the scale on your heater coils,” Ralph (of Ralph & Son Plumbing & Heating) looked down at the mostly-disassembled hot water heater, glanced around the 60 watt bulb-lit utility room and let his gaze glide down, like a red-shouldered hawk spotting an inattentive rainbow trout, to the woman between him and his nearly-worthless son, Ike.
“Can you fix it?”
Smiling at the man, so as not to let her annoyance at her husband, Bart, who insisted the kids shouldn’t miss the first day of school and left for the city on the weekend only compounded her increasing unease.
“Don’t got the part in the truck, gotta drive all the hell down to Augusta, by Jesus,” despite years of experience negotiating with finance professionals from multinational corporations, Kathryn felt a certain sense of bewilderment at the smile appearing on Ralph’s three-day-stubbled face, made more somehow disturbing by it being mirrored on his son’s face.
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About clarkscottroger
What kind of scam is coming up?
Nothin good, I’d venture to say.
Yes this is indeed a weird one.
Loved the song, looking forward to swimming in the blue moon tonight.
Thank you
Those ominous smiles have left me wondering what dastardly deed Ralph and Son have in mind. Interesting!
I’d do as I’ve done before, boil water and live without the water heater until I could get another plumber!
And again, I hit cancel reply but it did not. This was not meant to be under Keith’s response. Sorry, Keith!
weird… I’ve been running into a very similar problem (Comment placement) over at Tom’s
No problem, Mimi!
lol
(I’ve done that!)
I suspect nothing from this pair would be considered in the best interest of our protagonist
Ralph better call first to make sure Augusta has the part. It is a weekend for Kathryn to learn patience. It occurred to me, now that she knows what part is broke thanks to Ralph, she could order it on Amazon and watch a YouTube video on how to repair it herself. Nice tale of frustration.
Agreed
Being as accomplished in her professional life, sometimes there is a disconnect (or made prudent caution) when it comes to home repairs. I for one will not attempt any repairs to plumbing or electricity. Too big a downside if something goes wrong.
Plumbers + nightmare!
But I hope you saw the giant blue moon, Clark. Too wet and cloudy here, unfortunately. Another time…
I did not but Phyllis managed to get to the beach last night (Thursday) to go swimming and see the moon
https://youtu.be/9CJ9EDtZ2p8?si=911B__TpTPiHTBIk