backyard, because thatâs what we have to use now, spiders, bugs, awful smells, and all, until I sort out the water situation. Izzy and I got into a screaming argument about it at midnight last night, but once she understood how gross it would quickly become to have an unflushed toilet sitting in the house stewing in the heat, she gave in.
Iâve camped with Dad before, but Iâve never camped in my own house, and thatâs what this is starting to feel like.
I am sitting on the ground next to the well, its cap off, staring down into the darkness of it, when I hear footsteps on the dry grass. I look up, expecting to see Izzy coming toward me with yet another complaint, when I see Wolf instead, and my breath catches in my throat.
His presence is unsettling in ways I donât quite understand.
âHi,â he says, his eyes crinkling at the corners with a smile that doesnât reach his mouth.
He is carrying a couple of fabric bags, one with a bouquet of flowers poking out. For us? I almost laugh, because itâs so far from what I need right now, which is a plumber.
âHi.â
âI come bearing welcome-to-the-neighborhood gifts,â he says, holding up the bags and then setting them aside on the rear porch steps.
âWow, thanks.â Heâs like one of those military wives from the army post who used to show up bearing cookies in a country-style basket to welcome us to our new neighborhood.
âDid you lose something down there?â Kneeling next to me now, he peers into the hole.
âNot exactly. Our water in the house stopped working, andâ¦â I think of the lie Iâve rehearsed in my head. âMy parents went to the Bay Area for a couple of days to pick up some of our stuff we had in storage there.â
âHmm.â
âDo you know anything about wells?â
âA little,â he says, and my heart skips.
âThereâs definitely enough water in here,â I say, picking up a flashlight and shining it down inside to show him. âI just donât know how to get to it.â
He frowns like heâs pondering the problem. Finally he says, âThis house has been sitting vacant for so long, probably your pipes are rusted, and your starting to use them again caused one to burst.â
âSo we have to figure out where it broke?â
âYou donât have any leaky spots in the house?â
âNo.â
âAnd youâve tried all the faucets?â
âNone work.â
âThen I would think that might mean your break is between the house and the well, and it looks like itâs an underground system. Youâll probably need to dig to figure out where it is.â
I look down at the ground below me. I am sitting on the space that needs to be dug out, and itâs only a few feet, assuming the pipe goes straight from the closest side of the well to the closest point at the house, which is the kitchen wall where the sink is. This seems probable, and doable. Except the ground is hard as rock after months of no rain.
I sigh, not sure if I should reveal that Iâm the one who will have to do the work. In a normal family, a normal situation, the teenage girl would, I guess, call her dad and tell him to come home and solve the problem. And then the dad would do that. Or he would call a plumber.
I donât want Wolf to know exactly how far from normal we are.
But he seems to guess my dilemma. âWant some help digging?â
I bite my lip and look up at him. âReally?â
âSure, why not. Looks like youâre on your own here otherwise. Do you have two shovels?â
âIn the garage.â
We stand up and head that way, and I wonder for the first time why Wolf is here. Iâve been so caught up in the water dilemma, I forgot to ask.
âI hear your little sister went hitchhiking last night,â he says.
âWhat? How did you know?â
âShe got picked up by my
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