"Are you scared?" I ask Dad over the phone. "What do I have to be scared about?" he says. "We're locked in our rooms." He's always been tough like that, stoic, but I wish I could see his face, hug ... [+]
This job is a grand. We're supposed to deliver the piano from a suburban chateau into a self-storage facility. Why doesn't matter. Pick-up address, how many floors down; delivery address, how many floors up, then Chad and I get into the van. We have a custom decal: Bayshore Piano Movers. There's a sign taped into the rear window with Chad's number on it. We get a good amount of business.The woman who opens the door for us gives us that look. Chad's tall and skinny and has home-made looking tattoos. He wears our business's t-shirt but with the sleeves cut off. I wear my t-shirt and work shorts.