Burning Flowers (Chapter Six, page 2 of 5)


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"Yes, that's right. This looks like a real doozy," he commented, looking around. It made her think of her favorite comedian, Bill Engval, and his skit about stupid people needing a sign. This guy was one of them; stating the obvious. It was a fire for goodness sake! Of course it was a "doozy."

Clarke rolled her eyes before nodding and shooting him a friendly smile. She led him over to the worst part of the damage, and he began to look around at everything, chipping away at pieces of wall and grabbing wires in his hands to inspect. He looked more like a cheesy detective than a professional.

Finally, he stood up straight and came over to her, pulling a piece of paper out of his pocket along with a pen. She watched nervously as he seemingly wrote an amount on it and then signed below. She guessed it was his way of giving her an estimate.

He passed the slip to her and began explaining what happened in technical terms, trying to sound like he was worth more as a worker than he actually was. Although, that piece of paper seemed to show that he really did believe he was worth an awful lot. Clarke scoffed at the ridiculously high number. "What the hell is this?" she asked sarcastically. "Get the hell out, buddy. No way are you scamming me like this," she called out, ready to shoo him like a bug out the door.

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