Chapter Twenty-Six. Cal.
“Just hold them steady,” Ben instructs me as I stand holding onto the two sides of the wardrobe, from the front, as he places the top onto the currently flimsy structure.
Both sets of drawers are finished, and placed where Mable wants them, and Ben reckons it will only take half an hour more to finish the wardrobe. Hell, if I had been on my own, I wouldn’t have finished one set of drawers by now. He loves this flat pack s**t. As he screw’s the top onto the sides, the normally silent man, decides to speak.
“You like her.” It is a statement, rather than a question.
“She is nice,” I simply respond, although the statement sounds weak even to my ears.
“Just nice?” my brother-in-law who has suddenly found his voice looks up from where he is screwing and raises
