Handywoman Stories

Veronica turned off the desolate dirt road, steering her work truck up the long gravel driveway leading to the old farmhouse. She found a suitable spot close to the house and brought the truck to a halt before grabbing her clipboard to confirm the address. The sky was a bleak gray, heavy with the promise of rain, a stark contrast to the woman’s sunshiney outlook. She hummed to herself as she rummaged through her toolbox,...