"Shahruk," I couldn't help asking one day, "where did those thugs go?"
"No idea," he scratched his head. "Heard they left town."
"Just like that?"
"Who knows." He shrugged. "Maybe Chadon warned them off."
"Maybe."
But something still felt off.
A few days later, during a torrential downpour, water started leaking through the roof cracks again.
"Damn it..." I grabbed a pot to catch the drips. "Leaking again..."
After inspecting it the next day, Lorenzo's expression was grim. "The crack's too big. You need a professional team to redo the waterproofing."
"But..." I hesitated. "Professional repairs are so expensive..."
"About three thousand dollars. I've got some work lined up, money's decent right now. I can cover it for you."
"No." I shook my head firmly. "Lorenzo, you've already done enough for me. I'll figure it out myself."
"But Tara—"
"Really, no." I insisted. "I'll save up some money and fix it later."
Lorenzo sighed in resignation.
However, the next afternoon, a truck marked "Bay Roofing" pulled up in front of my house.
"Excuse me, is this Ms. Coleman's residence?" the lead worker called out loudly.
"Yes... that's me."
"Perfect." He pulled out a crumpled flyer. "Ma'am, we're running a raffle promotion. Your house was randomly selected for free repair service."
"A raffle?" I didn't remember entering any raffle.
"Yes, we randomly selected ten households. Here's the company documentation, take a look."
I examined it. The company documents he showed looked legitimate enough.
"Well, thank you then."
"Our pleasure!"
The repair crew was professional and efficient, completely solving the problem in just one afternoon.
Before leaving, the lead worker said, "Ms. Coleman, this roof should stay good for at least three years."
"I really can't thank you enough..."
"Just doing our job!"
Watching the truck drive away, I couldn't help but wonder. Could luck really be this convenient?
Strange things kept happening over the following days.
