He hooked the steel ratchets into the side rails and cranked the handles down until the wooden truck bed groaned under the pressure.

“You got the rest of your install gear organized in the shop?” Robert asked, hopping down onto the gravel.

“Everything’s back on the pegboards where it belongs,” I told him.

“We start the vinyl floor job at the pharmacy on Thomas Road first thing Monday morning.”

Robert took a small folded receipt out of his shirt pocket and smoothed it against his thigh with his thumb.

“I put four hours down for the flatbed haul on the shop ticket,” he said.