“I know,” said Derek. He stood behind her and wrapped his strong lumberjack arms around her. “She’s a keeper,” he said to Ami.
Deborah leaned back against Derek and he tightened his grip on her. “How long do you think it will take before we are ready?” Deborah asked. The sheds still needed paint. Derek had spent the morning scraping the old paint off. It was pretty much down to the bare wood.
“A few more weeks I think,” he said. “We do need to paint the sheds today before we can call it a day.”
“Well, let’s get started,” said Ami.
The sheds were not really that tall. Ami and Bridget were able to paint all the way up to the eves without a ladder. The ends of the sheds were different. The highest point in the shed was about twelve feet tall. Derek got on a ladder and painted that part. When they finally finished, Bridget was starved.