“I’ve got nowhere else to go,” Walter said. His throat tightened. “This is my home.” For a moment, the foreman’s sympathy vanished. His tone hardened. “Then I’m afraid you’ll have to live with the inconvenience. We’re breaking ground next week. And just a heads-up. You can expect some water interruptions. We’ve got to reroute a line before pouring the foundations.”
“Water interruptions?” He nodded. “Yeah. County pipes. Might go dry for a few days. Nothing we can do.” Walter stared at him, feeling something collapse inside. “You can’t just shut off water to people’s homes.” The foreman shrugged. “You’re not the only one affected. It’s temporary.”