the compliments and praise off her. “You’re funny. It’s nothing. It’s nice to have someone like an adult here to hang out with, too.”
Abby cracked up. “‘Like an adult.’ I think that’s the best compliment I have ever gotten!”
The two grabbed their things and made for Tracey’s car, making plans for the next day while the monkeys threw leaves at them from their perches above the parking lot.
#
La Cantina was lit up when Tracey dropped Abby off. More guests were checking in with Maria, asking her questions about the landscape and history of the home. Abby waved at the group and started to make her way to them when she noticed Ziggy was on the roof in the same spot where Buddy had been earlier in the day. Uh-oh, she thought. That can’t be good.
Abby rerouted her course and made her way around to the side of the house where Ziggy had parked his ladder. Quickly and easily she took each rung, climbing to the top. As she hit the peak of the house, she looked down and realized how high she was. Closing her eyes and willing herself to carry on, she called out to Ziggy.
“Hey, you find something interesting up here?”
Ziggy was shaking his head. “No, mon. I was in da bathroom, looking at de light fixture you said you needed replaced when I saw de spot.”
“Spot?”
“Yeah, da water spot. Must have been from de last storm. So I poked it a little . . . ”
Abby had a sick feeling in her stomach. She was eyeing Ziggy when she realized his hair and shirt were covered in a fine white powder. Gathering all of her courage, she went from ladder to roof and carefully crawled over to sit next to Ziggy. When she got to him, she was finally privy to the same scene he was looking down upon.
From what Abby could gather, Ziggy had decided to poke the water spot with a broom handle. He was next to her, insisting, “I didn’t push it hard at all, mon. I wouldn’t do no ting like dat!” Yet it appeared as if a small storm had landed in the middle of what used to be the bathroom. The hole he created was easily five feet across each way, and tile and plaster were scattered and tossed all about what was once a clean and pristine bathroom.
“Oh. My. God.”
As the duo was peering down into the bathroom, a familiar face was suddenly looking back up at them. “Um . . . hi? Can you tell me what happened to our bathroom?”
“Mrs. Bellfield!” Abby was trying not to stutter. “And how is your honeymoon so far?”
#
Abby sat at the island in the kitchen with her head in her hands. She and Ziggy had quickly covered the hole in the roof with a tarp, managing to secure it in some crazy way between tying it to a tree, to some bricks and around the chimney. While Maria had kept some visiting prospective buyers busy showing them the opposite end of the property, Abby and Ziggy had made quick work of moving the Bellfields from the master suite to the princess suite.
Abby was in the process of discounting the room when Maria came flying in with Ziggy hot on her heels.
“Are you kidding me? You decide today of all days to poke at that water spot? Ziggy! What were you thinking?”
Abby flinched for poor Ziggy. Maria was almost like Leigh, being that she was someone she never wanted to find herself facing off against.
“I didn’t tink it would blow up on me!”
Maria just shook her head. “Abby. . . ”
Abby held up her hand. “I already put a call in to Anita. She’s sending Buddy over first thing in the morning to see if he can patch the ceiling, although I have a feeling his version of ‘first thing’ is around noon. I managed to lock the doors leading into the master suite, so hopefully we can hide this mini-disaster from anyone looking at the property for just a bit until we have the room under control.” Abby nodded at Ziggy. “Ziggy and I moved the Bellfields a few rooms down, and I’m going to suggest we give them half off their total bill since their dream honeymoon suite just got a surprise
Abby cracked up. “‘Like an adult.’ I think that’s the best compliment I have ever gotten!”
The two grabbed their things and made for Tracey’s car, making plans for the next day while the monkeys threw leaves at them from their perches above the parking lot.
#
La Cantina was lit up when Tracey dropped Abby off. More guests were checking in with Maria, asking her questions about the landscape and history of the home. Abby waved at the group and started to make her way to them when she noticed Ziggy was on the roof in the same spot where Buddy had been earlier in the day. Uh-oh, she thought. That can’t be good.
Abby rerouted her course and made her way around to the side of the house where Ziggy had parked his ladder. Quickly and easily she took each rung, climbing to the top. As she hit the peak of the house, she looked down and realized how high she was. Closing her eyes and willing herself to carry on, she called out to Ziggy.
“Hey, you find something interesting up here?”
Ziggy was shaking his head. “No, mon. I was in da bathroom, looking at de light fixture you said you needed replaced when I saw de spot.”
“Spot?”
“Yeah, da water spot. Must have been from de last storm. So I poked it a little . . . ”
Abby had a sick feeling in her stomach. She was eyeing Ziggy when she realized his hair and shirt were covered in a fine white powder. Gathering all of her courage, she went from ladder to roof and carefully crawled over to sit next to Ziggy. When she got to him, she was finally privy to the same scene he was looking down upon.
From what Abby could gather, Ziggy had decided to poke the water spot with a broom handle. He was next to her, insisting, “I didn’t push it hard at all, mon. I wouldn’t do no ting like dat!” Yet it appeared as if a small storm had landed in the middle of what used to be the bathroom. The hole he created was easily five feet across each way, and tile and plaster were scattered and tossed all about what was once a clean and pristine bathroom.
“Oh. My. God.”
As the duo was peering down into the bathroom, a familiar face was suddenly looking back up at them. “Um . . . hi? Can you tell me what happened to our bathroom?”
“Mrs. Bellfield!” Abby was trying not to stutter. “And how is your honeymoon so far?”
#
Abby sat at the island in the kitchen with her head in her hands. She and Ziggy had quickly covered the hole in the roof with a tarp, managing to secure it in some crazy way between tying it to a tree, to some bricks and around the chimney. While Maria had kept some visiting prospective buyers busy showing them the opposite end of the property, Abby and Ziggy had made quick work of moving the Bellfields from the master suite to the princess suite.
Abby was in the process of discounting the room when Maria came flying in with Ziggy hot on her heels.
“Are you kidding me? You decide today of all days to poke at that water spot? Ziggy! What were you thinking?”
Abby flinched for poor Ziggy. Maria was almost like Leigh, being that she was someone she never wanted to find herself facing off against.
“I didn’t tink it would blow up on me!”
Maria just shook her head. “Abby. . . ”
Abby held up her hand. “I already put a call in to Anita. She’s sending Buddy over first thing in the morning to see if he can patch the ceiling, although I have a feeling his version of ‘first thing’ is around noon. I managed to lock the doors leading into the master suite, so hopefully we can hide this mini-disaster from anyone looking at the property for just a bit until we have the room under control.” Abby nodded at Ziggy. “Ziggy and I moved the Bellfields a few rooms down, and I’m going to suggest we give them half off their total bill since their dream honeymoon suite just got a surprise
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