Melancholy Magic: A Brylie Scott Paracozy Mystery (Brylie Scott Paracozy Mysteries Book 1) by Millie Thorne

Author:Millie Thorne [Thorne, Millie]
Language: eng
Format: epub
ISBN: 9781954702349
Publisher: Kinship Press
Published: 2022-04-11T16:00:00+00:00

Chapter Thirteen

Sleep had begun to elude me the longer I put off the store’s grand opening. It wasn’t as if I wasn’t tired; it was simply that my mind refused to slow down and rest. Would the customers come back to the store? Would I be friendly enough to attract people to a business in such an isolated community? Would I ever be able to walk into a hardware store without thinking of my dad? Would I ever get a chance to actually live inside the house instead of in my minivan?

If I’d had a Magic 8-Ball to shake, my guess would be I’d be getting a lot of “reply hazy, try again” and “concentrate and ask again” responses.

“I do not understand what’s happening here.” I turned to look over my shoulder and sighed. No sense talking to Elmer—he was passed out across the foyer against the stairs. It was just me and what I had to assume was a leaky sink. I’d come home to a little bit of water on the repaired wood floors. Again. I was so darn tired of water. “Fine. I’ll just keep…replacing things. Without help. No problem, Elmer.”

I would have sworn his snoring actually rose in volume. Not that there was anything I could do about it. It wasn’t Elmer’s fault I was suffering through a bout of insomnia. Besides, I had plenty to do to keep me busy. Like replacing the water supply lines to the pedestal sink in the powder room. For the third time.

I gripped my wrench tight, loosening the cold-water line with little more than a good, strong tug. A bit of water poured out onto the towel I had laid under the lines, but nothing too bad. I’d turned off the supply and drained the lines as much as possible. The last thing I needed was more water damage. It only took me a few minutes to remove the line from the faucet and replace it, adding a couple rounds of plumber’s tape at each joint for added protection. I would banish the leaks if it was the last thing I did.

“Got it,” I said to an empty house and a sleeping dog, wiping off my hands and grabbing the damp towels from under the lines. “There is no reason for this sink to be leaking. None at all.”

Didn’t mean I wouldn’t come home to find water in the foyer again, though.

I yawned as I packed up my tools, the late hour and my lack of sleep suddenly catching up with me. One more thing—I just wanted to accomplish one more thing. That door to the third floor still hadn’t opened for me, but I’d brought home a few tools to pick the lock. This was my house now; I should have access to every inch of it.

So, I headed up the stairs—stepping over Elmer, who didn’t move a muscle—and walked straight to the skinny door. With far more hesitation than I would ever admit to, I reached for the handle.

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