I told him about the prices I’d found online, feeling like a cartoon character standing meekly with his pockets pulled inside out. He suggested that I could hire someone to do the digging and then take on the rest myself. He told me that many of the companies I’d Googled likely do the same, contracting out the labour for cheap and then infating the cost of the weeping tile installation. Cheap labour, he told me, was easy enough to come by. The creeping subtraction was pawing at the door again.
Zachary Ayotte Works with images and text. He lives in Edmonton, Alberta.
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