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“Please,” a shaky voice said. “It’s coming through the ceiling. My mother’s wedding dress is in the closet underneath.”

He limped back to his van, the rain now a soft drizzle. As he drove past the Ellerslie village shops, he saw the lights still on at the bakery, the pub, the little florist. His town. His pipes.

“That’s it?” Dev whispered.

“Son,” Frank said, pulling a roll of Teflon tape and a torch from his box. “Plumbing Service Ellerslie doesn’t do ‘tomorrow.’ We do ‘right now.’”

And somewhere behind him, a young woman’s wedding dress hung safe and dry in a closet, thanks to —where the water always finds its way, and so does Frank. plumbing service ellerslie

Frank zipped up his toolbox. “That’s the price. The story you’ll tell your kids about the old plumber who saved the wedding dress? That’s the bonus.”

Dev looked panicked. “Can you fix it tonight? My fiancée is flying in tomorrow morning. The whole house is supposed to be perfect.” “Please,” a shaky voice said

Dev nearly hugged him. “What do I owe you? A thousand? Two?”