The House that Love Built by Beth Wiseman

Author:Beth Wiseman [Wiseman, Beth]
Language: eng
Format: epub, mobi
Tags: ebook, book, (¯`'•.¸//(*_*)\\¸.•'´¯)
Publisher: Thomas Nelson
Published: 2013-01-31T13:00:00+00:00

Hunter’s heart thumped in his chest as he and Owen hammered shingles onto Owen’s roof. After everything the guy had done for him, he wasn’t about to tell Owen that he was scared of heights.

After a few minutes, Owen said they were done and motioned for Hunter to head back down the ladder. Hunter couldn’t get back on the ground fast enough.

“It’s not the best job, but if that storm does come our way, hopefully it will keep the rain out.” Owen hopped down from the third rung of the ladder. “I’m starving. You ready for lunch?”

Hunter nodded. He was always hungry.

“If you’ll put the ladder up and clean up this mess we made, I’ll go pick us up something to eat.” He pointed to the old shingles they’d tossed off the roof. “How about a barbeque sandwich from Zimmerhanzel’s?”

Hunter nodded, then started to pick up the shingles. He had that done and the ladder put away long before Owen got back, so he went and used the bathroom, then looked around. There was still a lot to do in the house, and Hunter was thankful for that. He needed this job. Reaching into his pocket, he felt the twenty-dollar bill—all the money he had left. He was glad he didn’t have to spend it on lunch today. Luckily he had given Grandma the money for bills before his parents decided to rob their own kid. He shook his head as he wandered from room to room downstairs.

He tried to picture himself living in a big house like this—maybe with Jenny. He hadn’t talked to her online since last week. His mother had hogged the laptop over the weekend, piggybacking off the neighbor’s service.

Owen needed furniture to fill up this place, though. All he had was a bed, plus a table and four mismatched chairs that he kept mostly in the living room. Hunter walked through the living room, then sat down in the lawn chair by the small table. The table looked like Owen’s dumping ground, kind of like the big bowl on the counter that Hunter and his grandmother put keys and other stuff in.

Hunter picked up Owen’s watch, pulled it closer, and saw that it was a Rolex. Probably worth hundreds of dollars. Maybe thousands. He looked over his shoulder toward the window, then turned back around and slipped the watch on his arm, knowing he’d never own anything like that. After a minute, he put it back on the table. There were a few bills in a pile, and underneath that was some change. He swallowed hard, wondering what he was going to do for money for the next week until he got paid again. He’d given his grandma enough to pay the past-due electric bill and buy some food, so the two of them oughta be all right. He didn’t care if he ever saw his parents again. I hope they stay locked up forever.

Why was life so unfair? Why couldn’t he have been born into a different family? He looked around Owen’s house again as he counted the cash on the table.

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