Mary sighed. "Can you fix it?"
That night, the house was quiet. A real plumber had come, fixed the pipe, and charged triple for "emergency weekend service." George sat on the porch, exhausted. Mary brought him a beer.
Downstairs, the situation worsened. George had accidentally dislodged a pipe joint, sending a geyser of grey water into the laundry room. Meemaw, who had just arrived for dinner, stood frozen in the doorway.
Here is the story of that episode, written in a narrative style: Medford, Texas. Summer 1992.