Clara handed me this broken percussive instrument. “Can you fix this?” she asked.
“What happened?” I asked.
“Charlie and I are playing camping. We made a tent and everything. And Charlie’s a Canadian woodsman. This is his axe. He was chopping trees, and then he tried to chop down the wrong tree. Which was actually the stairs. His axe broke. Can you fix it, because it’s getting cold, and we’re going to need more firewood.”
All this while I try to finish the revisions on my novel…
