Clogged — Drains Ellerslie

He handed her the duck, now rinsed and almost cheerful-looking. “No charge for the toy rescue,” he said. “The clog, though… that’s a hundred and forty.”

“That’s… my son’s duck,” she whispered. “He lost it six months ago.” clogged drains ellerslie

He arrived in a mud-spattered van with a motorized auger that looked like a weapon from a sci-fi movie. Emily showed him to the kitchen, where the water had now taken on a grayish, onion-scented personality. He handed her the duck, now rinsed and

Emily paid him, plus a twenty-dollar tip she’d hidden in her pocket just in case. He handed her the duck