A Seven-Year-Old Boy Rode Three Miles Across Phoenix to Save His Little Sister
I picked up my cordless drill from the workbench and backed out the two plastic wall anchors still stuck in the drywall.
The flaking plaster dust fell in a fine white line across the toes of my leather work boots.
I tossed the hollow anchors into the plastic trash bucket and set a fresh tub of spackle on the wooden worktable.
I scooped a thick dollop of smooth white compound onto the flat edge of a four-inch steel putty knife.
I pressed the blade hard against the sheetrock, filling the four screw holes with two clean upward strokes.
I scraped the knife flat across the drywall to feather the wet edges smoothly into the surrounding paint.