a dizzy spell and needed to be checked at urgent care. Dale and I spent the whole afternoon there instead of helping set up. Before we left, I called Marcus one more time.
“The rules still stand.”
“I know, I know. Sacred tools. I got it, Nora.”
My mother was cleared by early evening, just dehydrated and needing rest. Dale and I drove straight to the workshop the next morning to help clean up.
The pegboard was half empty.
Extension cords were coiled where Dad’s hand tools used to hang.
