Maybe I can hire a local handyman to help out. “I know what I’ll do,” she said aloud, since that’s what people do when they are by themselves. “When I go to the grocery store tomorrow, I’ll ask around about a handyman. Maybe I’ll just get lucky,” she continued as she methodically unpacked boxes. There were still a lot of boxes to unpack, but at least they had all been separated and put into the rooms they belonged in. The kitchen will probably be the room that will take the longest she thought, anxious to cook her first meal in her new home. Just then she heard a frantic scratching sound coming from the back door. An uneasy feeling flooded her body. Her heart started beating fast, and she could feel a rush of blood filling her head. Dizziness set in. Should she open the door? Should she call someone? Who could she call? There was no one in the area she knew. She grabbed a broom handle that had been leaning against the wall. “Not much of a weapon, but I guess it will have to do,” she said quietly to herself. Laura walked uneasily toward the door. The scratching continued in a frenzy. She cautiously grabbed the door knob and gently turned it, only opening the door a small crack. Much to her surprise, it was a dog, a large dog, yet still only a
Maybe I can hire a local handyman to help out. “I know what I’ll do,” she said aloud, since that’s what people do when they are by themselves. “When I go to the grocery store tomorrow, I’ll ask around about a handyman. Maybe I’ll just get lucky,” she continued as she methodically unpacked boxes. There were still a lot of boxes to unpack, but at least they had all been separated and put into the rooms they belonged in. The kitchen will probably be the room that will take the longest she thought, anxious to cook her first meal in her new home. Just then she heard a frantic scratching sound coming from the back door. An uneasy feeling flooded her body. Her heart started beating fast, and she could feel a rush of blood filling her head. Dizziness set in. Should she open the door? Should she call someone? Who could she call? There was no one in the area she knew. She grabbed a broom handle that had been leaning against the wall. “Not much of a weapon, but I guess it will have to do,” she said quietly to herself. Laura walked uneasily toward the door. The scratching continued in a frenzy. She cautiously grabbed the door knob and gently turned it, only opening the door a small crack. Much to her surprise, it was a dog, a large dog, yet still only a