As the three gardeners made their way over to the ivy, they passed by the river that they should have been working on yesterday afternoon and Ray read the lads’ minds.
That Tuesday morning, when Terry entered the shed, Rob turned around sharply, hoping that it was Ray. He’d wanted to talk to him alone, but it wasn’t to be.
Nobody could complain about the quality of Ray’s brickwork repairs because his was as good if not better than most tradesmen. Besides, Ray wanted it gone now.