“Yeah, yeah.” I sigh.
I think they can tell I’m still embarrassed, so Glen changes the topic. “What’s the delivery tomorrow?”
I look around, wanting to know too, but notice everyone is looking at me.
My eyebrows lift. “You’re asking me? How should I know?Sterlingwon’t even talk to me.”
“He has been in a bit of a mood.” Simpson pats me on the back. “But he’ll snap out of it.”
I make a sound that could possibly be taken as agreement, even though I’m not convinced.
When I finally step out of the Food Hall, I find two things.
Next to my clipboard, which I left on the outdoor picnic table, issomething that looks like a mix between an over-long broom and a toilet brush.
The handle has to be six feet long, and the large dome-shaped brush on top would be perfect for getting rid of hard-to-reach spiderwebs.
I bite my lip.
This will make cleaning those outdoor lights much easier.
The second thing I notice is the fresh paper attached to the clipboard.
I pick it up and read the list.
It’s the same as before, except…
I flip the page.
And bite my lip harder.
He rewrote the list.
All the tasks that require ladders have been removed.
Chapter 51
Courtney
The rumbleof a large truck has me stopping at the edge of the driveway.
I check my watch. Nine thirty.
The sound gets louder, and I see the top of the large box truck cresting the drive.
I look around, wondering if anyone else has heard that the mystery delivery is early.
I literally have no idea what this is going to be, but since everyone else seemed to think I should know, I stand my ground.
If it’s expected of me as the maintenance person, I guess I’ll take the lead.
I glance over at Sterling’s house as the truck nears.
He disappeared after lunch yesterday, and as much as I wanted to talk to him about the mattress—unsure if I would thank him or question him—I chickened out.
Instead, I spent the rest of yesterday using my big brush thing to clean off every outdoor light I could find.
I step off the side of the driveway as the truck approaches and wait for it to roll to a stop.