“Hey sad sack, what are you working on over here?” the tall, smiling lady in the sun dress asked, walking over to join the man standing next to the teetering object.
“You don’t recognize your own façade? I’ve been working on it for a couple of months now.” He tried not to sound too upset, thinking she should have had at least an idea what it was, even in its early stages.
Suppressing a chuckle, feeling a little sorry for him, she pretended to look more closely, while not getting close enough to be in the debris field if it was to come down.
“My façade, is it? A little fragile, don't you think? What about using any of this old stuff lying around on the ground here?” she smirks.
“You know darn well we spent good time pulling this old crap out together and agreed it should be trashed!”
“Just making sure we are on the same page, old man.” She turns to leave.
“The least you could do is help a bit. Even a few ideas here and there might help me give it enough support to stand without all these temporary props I’ve been forced to put into it.”
Turning slowly on her heels to look back, grinning. “You seem to have things going along just fine on your own. See you later, slim.”
(continued in part 2)