About the Author: Michael insists that he is not mob lawyer, a wife, a plumber or a hitman.
“I need you to kill my husband.”
“Huh.”
“If it’s a question of money, I’ve got it. Plenty of it.”
“Um, no, it’s not that.”
“What then? What is it?”
“That’s not what I’m here for.”
“What?”
“I’m a plumber.” He held up his toolbox.
“I can see that. Wait. You mean, you’re not …”
“No, m’am. I’m not a killer. I just came to do the plumbing. Bathroom. Clogged sink.” He pulled a folded piece of paper from his shirt pocket and handed it to her.
“God damnit, Vinnie! When I asked for a plumber, I meant … Damnit!”
“So … you don’t need a plumber then?”
“Damnit.” She thought for a moment and snatched the square of yellow paper from him.
She crumpled it in her hand without looking at it and said, “Yes. I need a plumber. Damnit!”
Maddie took him down the hall to the bathroom adjoining the master bedroom. “Clogged sink,” she said with a wave of her hand. “Probably hair.”
Phillip looked around a bathroom larger than his entire apartment. “It usually is.”
Maddie snorted. “Don’t judge. I’ll be in my office down the hall giving Vinnie holy hell.”
Phillip placed his box down on the floor and knelt by it. “No problem,” he said. “This shouldn’t take long.”
That was fun!
Loved it! Funny and entertaining. A lesser author would have dragged this out too long; this was the perfect length.
I enjoyed the twists in the tale. Good stuff.
Fun twist. " And for God’s sake, Vinnie, make sure they’re real cleaners.” • Solid punch line.
lOVED THE STORY,WELL WRITTEN WITH A STRANGE TWIST,VERY ENJOYABLE