Total pages in book: 159
Estimated words: 149301 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 747(@200wpm)___ 597(@250wpm)___ 498(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 149301 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 747(@200wpm)___ 597(@250wpm)___ 498(@300wpm)
“Let’s go.” He emptied the last drop of tea into his mouth, then walked around her to place the glass in the sink. “Thank you.” He smacked his lips, savoring the last sip.
“I got somethin’ you can drink, tall boy!”
“See? Stay close!” she whispered as though they were on some secret expedition. “Time to show you where I want the greenhouse.”
They walked out of the kitchen, one behind the other. Once he reached the door, he walked out behind Poet, who then closed the front door behind him. He couldn’t help but notice the look of relief on her face.
“We almost made it without an issue,” he sighed, bending to pick up his toolbox he’d left on the top step.
“Almost?” It seemed the color drained from her face. “I told you to look straight ahead. I told you not to make eye contact!” she chastised.
“I always gotta know my surroundings, Poet. It’s not like she’s Medusa and if I looked at her, I’d turn to stone. Well, I did turn to stone, actually. Maybe a little bit. Gotta scrub my eyes when I get home.”
“Oh God… what did you see?” She placed her hand over her mouth, and her eyes watered as if she were embarrassed beyond belief.
“I saw that her shirt was hiked up, and her bra pulled down to her waist. I saw her breasts. Come on and show me where you want these two titties, I mean, shit!” He kicked a rock. “I got doubles on my mind now… twins. Clones. Pairs! Where the fuck do you want the greenhouse built, Poet?!”
And then, as they stared at one another, they both burst out laughing. He laughed so hard he could barely speak. His entire face flushed with heat. Poet bent at the waist, holding on to the banister.
“I am so sorry, but I warned you. She does this shit all the time! Showin’ off those little deflated balloons to the world. Are you okay?” She looked as if her legs were about to give out.
“Damn. She just flashes everyone, huh? I was hoping I was special,” he succeeded in choking out, causing both of them to giggle even harder. After a while, they managed to pull themselves together, then walk around to the side of the house, and to the back as she explained her thoughts and plans.
“So, as you can see, I can place it on the side, or the rear.”
“Mmm hmm.” He took out his measuring tape as she stood back and watched.
“Don’t you need to write that down? The dimensions?”
“Nope. I’ll remember.”
She made an expression as if she were impressed. He went on to the side of the house and did the same.
“I think off to the side here would be better than your backyard. Your water set up is easier to access from over here, and I can use that to get the sprinkler system set up with no problem. You’ll need drainage lines, too. It’ll also be more convenient because I won’t have to build it around a door, or worry about the overhang. That would cost you more money in the long run, too.”
“How much will this run me?”
“It depends on if you wanna keep it small and simple, or bigger with more features. We usually charge per square foot.”
“I see. So, what about average size? Not huge, but not a tiny closet-sized enclosure, either. Something right in the middle.”
“Glass costs more than polycarbonate or plastic sheeting, and you said you wanted glass, right?”
“Yes.”
He looked around, calculating in his head. “Wood or metal framing?”
“Hadn’t thought of that. Which one is better?” My wood is always better. “Metal, but both are fine. Lumber prices have risen recently, so the savings gap isn’t as big as it used to be. If you’re going with metal, and you’re looking at about eight hundred square feet… no more than a thousand, then I’d say somewhere ’round twelve is what you can expect to pay. Give or take.”
“Twelve thousand?”
“Yeah.”
She tapped her lower lip as she sank deep in thought. The wheels in her pretty head were turning.
“Okay, that’s not too bad. An investment.”
“It is an investment, and it’ll increase your property value. Plus, after a few short years, you’ll probably make the money back by sellin’ whatever you grow from in there.” She nodded in agreement. “I stand by my work. We offer a guarantee. We fix repairs for free for up to five years, as long as they are not created due to carelessness or misuse, and don’t exceed a thousand dollars in repairs.”
She nodded in understanding.
“How many greenhouses have you built?”
“Plenty. Enough of them. Honestly, it doesn’t matter.”
“Of course it matters. Experience matters.”
“Poet, if somebody shows me somethin’ and they want it built, I can do it. If I don’t know how to do it, I will find out how and get it done. I love a challenge.”