A Crime Thriller Work in Progress
The sink was clogged up again.
It happened on a regular basis, at least once every three months. Amy had been after him for two years to have the pipes in the front yard replaced.
Roots from the giant elm tree had worked their way through the cast iron main line, and every time one of them would use the garbage disposal for extra large disposing jobs, the kitchen sink would back up.
He driven to Home Depot and bought a snake after the third time. Amy told him he was being silly, he…