The next Monday, Billy's son Corey came to help the men. I would hear saws grinding, drills spinning, hammers pounding all throughout the day and never thought much about it. They were very friendly and courteous as they would come in every day and reside to building the spare room. The gentleman with him was his father, Bill Senior, who was in his 60s, had thick white hair, a little pot belly, and wore little round glasses.
The first guy was named Bill and he was in his 40s, in great shape for his age, wore a grey and brown, peppered goatee, and displayed a rugged handsomeness from his years of working with his hands. When the construction started in late June, the first week saw only two gentlemen doing the work. My dad was worried that his 21 year old girl wouldn't be safe, especially knowing that an extra room was to be built on in July.
It was last summer and I decided to stay at my condo and take a couple of classes rather than head home like the rest of my roommates had done.
