I believed he had checked.
That was the second thing I gave him: the benefit of the doubt.
Construction started in early summer.
The crew poured a slab, framed the walls, and installed clean gray siding with a black garage door.
The building was larger than I expected.
Its side wall stood so close to our fence that the gutter nearly touched the top rail, and during the first hard rain, water splashed into our side yard.
I mentioned it once.
Jason said the grading would settle.
I mentioned it again after mud collected beside Emma’s ramp.
He told me I worried too much.
By September, he had a finished garage and a new habit of standing in his driveway with the door open so everyone could see the polished floor, wall cabinets, and bright overhead lights.
He was proud of it.
There is nothing wrong with pride in something you built.
