The Carpenter

What a busy morning.

John.

After you left for work, it was so busy.

The doorbell, the telephone, the bell again, text message, chat conversation, messages ... and moreover... what happened in between ...

It was kind of… well, complicated.

So… you had left.

For work.

My diligent little guy.

I showered. I knew the workers were coming to build the new sauna cabin, so instead of reading the newspaper first, over a cup of coffee, I took a shower.

I had plenty of time… I thought.

Suddenly the bell rang. It was only nine o'clock.

How is that possible? I wondered.

The carpenters wouldn't come until ten. It was only nine.

After showering I put on my bathrobe. I was laying down on the bed. I love to let myself get dry that way. Lazy. Nice. Hmmmm.

But I heard the bell.

Loud and long.

Whoever rang the bell might have been there for a while.

I may not have heard the bell when the water was running.

Now the unexpected visitor kept holding the button, it seemed. As if he was angry that it took so long.

I was wearing my bathrobe, nothing underneath.

'Wait a minute,' I called from the top of the stairs. 'I'll be right there.'