![]() “When Mary and I lived in Florida, we knew a man who built a home out of limestone, by himself. Sanjeev spun around, the tape measure snapped back into its reel, and the pantry landed with a jolt. As the pantry hovered, Sanjeev stretched his tape measure across the floor. The pantry rubbed against the side of the counter, then stopped and backed up. As he peered around the doorway, he saw the pantry float six inches off the linoleum, glide toward the wall, and start to slip between the refrigerator and the sink counter. No one could install that pantry by himself, Edson thought, not without really good leverage.Įdson stepped out into the living room, caught his reflection in the big mirror on the wall, and stopped outside the kitchen. Then Edson thought of Sanjeev in the kitchen. Used to be I could turn you all the time.” Mary moaned as Edson slipped his hands underneath her and tried to pry her onto her side. Mary Vole, gaunt, with sunken eyes and mummy cheeks, lay flat on her back in bed. After Edson signed for the unit, the delivery man left and Sanjeev set to work. Then the loan shark’s smarmy face returned and Edson’s heart skipped a beat.Ī six foot double door pantry, big enough to store food and water for weeks, arrived the next day, with Sanjeev to do the installation. As he started the engine, a fleeting memory of Florida flashed through his mind - Florida, limestone, and the strange hermit he knew there. Puzzled, Edson went back outside to his car. Well, I guess that’s why we hire handymen, isn’t it?” When you measure accurately and position your body right, it’s quite easy.”Įdson frowned, looking at Sanjeev’s small frame and slight build, not much bigger than his own shriveled eighty year old shell. Then he said matter-of-factly, “It isn’t that heavy, Mr. Sanjeev froze in place, his hand holding the cloth, his mouth in the shape of an O. The huge mirror was up on the wall of the living room, evenly balanced, with Sanjeev on a step stool, polishing the surface. In the doorway, Edson froze and dropped the flower. He panted.Īs Edson turned back, a daisy caught his eye and he winced as he bent to pick it. Then reality attacked as he thought of meeting with the loan shark. Moving from a large two-story to a one-bedroom was a challenge. ![]() Back in an hour.”Īs Edson waddled out the door of his new one-story bungalow to his car, his mind raced through the dozens of nick-knacks and pictures still needing placement. “Couldn’t lift that even during my days in New Delhi. Sanjeev Ravi laughed, clipping a tape measure onto his utility belt. “Unless, of course, you know the Indian rope trick.” “Careful not to drop that on your head,” Edson Vole warned, pointing to the huge beveled mirror leaning against the wall. ![]()
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