Vince turned his wrench, tightening the nut one last time. He pulled his head out from under the sink and stood up.

“There you go, Mrs. Heffernan,” he said, “Good as new.”

“Oh, thank you, dear” she said.

Mrs. Heffernan was the old widow who lived in 3C. She had 6 kids, 4 sons and 2 daughters. Vince had graduated with her youngest son.

“Can I make you some lunch before you go, Vince?” she asked.

“No ma’am, thank you though.” Vince said with a smile.

“Oh, just sit down; I’ll make you some chicken” she said, pushing him into a chair at the dining room table.

Even though her children had moved out over 15 years ago, Mrs. Heffernan still cooked enough food to feed an army.

“How’s Carla?” she called from the kitchen.

“She’s good. A little tired. She had to pull some overtime last week” Vince answered.

“Ya’ll had any babies yet?” Mrs. Heffernan asked.

“No ma’am, not yet” Vince said with a chuckle.

“Well, I hope it’s not from lack of trying” she laughed.

“No, we’ve umm… been trying” he said sheepishly.