“Whatcha doin’?” a familiar voice behind me said.
I spun around in my chair, wondering why my plumber, Sam, was here again. Hadn’t he bled my bank account dry yet?
Sam stood there grinning, holding a big box of plumbing parts. “Just thought I’d check in on my favorite bigshot author while I was here to swap in these parts for that walk-in tub in yer new guest house. So, whatcha doing?”