The Other Mothers (Chop, Chop Series Book 5)
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“Hi, Josef.”
“Hi, David,” he said.
“What’s up?”
“Well,” he said, hesitating, “I wanted to talk to you about Hartman Station.”
“Yeah? I sent the stuff up there a few days ago . . . you should have gotten it by now.”
“We got it, Dave,” he hesitated again. “But there’s a problem – the ratios for most of the casings are way off.”
“They are?” I asked, wandering over to my desk. I found the Hartman project and tried to find the specification pages.
“And the girder spacing on the portico isn’t calculated right.”
I found the spec section and started looking at the numbers.
“I’ll fix this and send it right away,” I told him, although I couldn’t remember how to calculate them or imagine how I was possibly going to fix them.
“Dave,” Josef was saying, “we’d like to fly you up to Chicago.”
“Why?”
“We’d just like to meet with you and talk about what’s going on.”
“Whatdya mean, ‘What’s going on’? Is this a big deal? I just made a few mistakes. I’ll fix it and send you what you need this afternoon.”
There was no way I could ever have it ready by this afternoon.
“Dave . . .”
“What?”
“Stuff like this has been happening a bit over the past few months. We really need to talk about it.”
I sat on the couch, stared at the floor, and waited for Laci. When she walked in the door I looked up at her. She stopped in her tracks and looked back at me. We stared at each other for a long moment.
Finally I nodded at her.
“I’ll go,” I said.