A Seven-Year-Old Boy Rode Three Miles Across Phoenix to Save His Little Sister
The white paste filled every hole where the iron bracket had gripped the wood.
I reached into my tool cabinet and took out a small tub of white interior touch-up paint and a short nylon brush.
I dipped the bristles in the paint and dabbed two thin coats over the wet compound until the patch blended completely with the rest of the wall.
I picked up a stiff corn broom from the corner and swept the plaster dust into a small pile by the floor drain.
I scooped the dust into a metal dustpan and dumped it into the green trash can outside the side door.