“I gave him your phone number,” Frank said.

“He said they’re replacing thirty lounge chairs in their spring renovation.”

“We can handle thirty chairs,” Caroline said.

Frank looked at her hands, which were stained gray along the knuckles from wood stain.

“You look tired, Caroline.

Are you working straight through the weekend?”

“We have two more tables to deliver on Saturday,” she said.

Frank nodded and picked up his clipboard from the service station.