“You don’t know how loud that kitchen is until it’s quiet,” Salzy almost whispered.
“Yeah, that exhaust fan will make you deaf,” Jamie commented.“Makes you not even want to talk.”
“Damn, this beer is good.”Salzy glugged more beer and then swiped it across his forehead.
“Jamie, you know Iloveyou, right?”Joesph asked, leaning against the railing, his own beer in hand.
“Oh hell.”Jamie’s head fell forward.“Why does this scare the hell out me?”
“I was thinking...”
“Did it hurt?”Jamie asked, snickering.“Ow, that hurt!”Jamie rubbed the spot on top of his head where Joesph had hit him.
“You deserved that one,” Salzy laughed.
“You’re no help,” Jamie snarked.
“As I was saying,” Josphe continued.“I know it’s late, well, late for you, seeing as it’s barely nine o’clock, but I wanted to talk a wee bit of business with you.”He held his forefinger and thumb, not quite touching.
“Can’t it wait till tomorrow?I’m really beat.I’m so tired I’m afraid of drowning in the shower.”
“If you do, it’ll be a moot point, but...”Joesph took a deep breath.“I was thinking I’d waive all my commission fees for you, which would help with the cost of the renovations.”
Jamie looked up.“And?”
“And in return, you would let me document the renovations and let me use that on my website.You know, like before and after photos.”Joesph took a sip from his beer.
Jamie looked at Salzy, who only shrugged.“It might be good advertising,” Salzy said.
“Okay, I guess.But it won’t cause any delays or anything, would it?”
“No, no.I’d just like to go down there tomorrow and take a whole lot of photos before anything starts.”
“It has to be before nine Sunday morning.That’s when everyone is coming to box everything up.”
“That’s no problem for me.”Joesph took the three empty beer bottles.“I’ll get us another round, and then you can go to bed.You really do lookandsmell like something that the cat threw up.”
