for flammable liquids. Gasoline, methanol, vodka Martinis, you name it.â
âAnd what good will drinking do, exactly?â
He raised one finger, as if he were about to impart the greatest gem of wisdom since Moses. âDrinking stops you thinking. Thatâs what good it does.â
âI see. Drinking stops you thinking. Well, Iâm not drinking because I still have a full-time job to do and a house to run and two teenage kids and a husband to look after. A drunken husband, as it happens.â
âYouâre a saint, Ruth. I always said that. Thatâs why I married you. Saint Ruth of the Smoothly Running Household.â
âSo,â she asked him, âhow did it go with the Kraussmans?â
âThe Kraussmans?â he grimaced. âNot exactly great, to tell you the truth.â
âWhat does that mean?â asked Ruth.
âIt means that the Kraussman Brothers have been pretty badly hit by the credit crunch, like everybody else. Theyâre drawing in their horns, thatâs the way they put it.â
âAnd what does that mean â âdrawing in their hornsâ?â
âIn a nutshell, it means theyâre putting a temporary hold on any future housing development.â
âSo they wonât be giving you any more contracts?â
âNot for the foreseeable future, no.â
âBut the Kraussmans â they supply you with more than half of your gross income.â
Craig nodded. âCorrect. They do. But right now it looks like weâll just have to find somebody else to fit kitchens for.â
âLike who, for instance? If the Kraussmans are drawing in their horns, then everybody else will be drawing in their horns, too.â
âI donât know yet,â said Craig. âIâm working on it.â
There was a long silence between them. Then Craig said, âAmmy . . . she was pretty upset about that breakfast she cooked for you.â
âI know. But weâve made up now. Where are you going to find more contracts?â
Craig looked up, and for the first time ever his gray eyes looked hooded and defensive. âI donât know, sweetheart,â he told her. âI truly and honestly donât know.â
âBut you have about three monthsâ grace, donât you? Theyâre still going to finish the Mayfield Drive development?â
âI donât think so. In fact I very much doubt it.â
â What ?â
Craig took a deep breath. âThatâs what this morningâs meeting was all about, honey. The Kraussmans have run out of credit at the bank and theyâve had to stop all building work at Mayfield Drive and Wildcat Creek West, and lay everybody off. They didnât want to, but they didnât have the choice.â
âSo where does that leave you? Where does that leave us ?â
âStruggling for survival, I guess.â
âBut they will pay you for the work youâve done already? Come on, Craig, youâve laid out thousands of dollars for worktops and sinks and floor tiles and God knows what else.â
Craig shook his head. âTheyâre flat-busted. Eugene Kraussman said he was very sorry, heâs been doing everything he can to keep the companyâs head above water, but even if he manages to finish the development, he wonât be able to sell any of the houses at a profit, not at todayâs prices, if at all.â
âBut they have to pay you! You have a contract!â
Craig reached across the table and held her hands. âIf they donât have the money, sweetheart, they donât have the money, contract or not. You canât get blood out of a cinder block.â
Ruth didnât know what to say. She had been conscious for the past few months that Craig was growing increasingly worried about cash flow, and that new orders for fitted kitchens had been few and far between. He had not only been sleeping badly, he