Finally, around dawn, he closed his eyes and dozed off. He woke when his mother tapped on his door.
“I had a feeling you’d be home. I called you in already. You feeling alright?”
“A little tired, but okay. Did you call the carpenter yet?”
“He’ll be here soon. I thought you might like some breakfast before he arrives. He might need your help. His assistant didn’t come in.”
“Gotcha.” He got up and dressed.
Breakfast was pancakes and sausage with scrambled eggs fixed the way he loved them, with cheese and bacon bits. Mr. Hampton arrived right as he finished eating. Brian took him to the basement to show him the devastation.
“Wow, you don’t see that every day. Say it was a bear?”
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