A Little Task
Becky wiped her brow with the back of her gloved hand and blew the strand of blond hair out of her eyes. This was the first time she ever tore open a wall, and it would be the last time if she had anything to say about it. Home improvement wasn’t her thing, but then neither was hiding the evidence.
Letting out a huff, she spread more spackle over the narrow valley between the old drywall and the new part. She knew she made a mistake, but no contactor would help hide her cheating husband’s body. Good help was rare.