Harold Jeffery came home from work tired and beaten. The sun had worked him over hard all day, as he had worked on a driveway for a rich lady in town by the name of Melanie Harrows. Her driveway was long and taking more days of preparation than he had anticipated. He had lost a worker earlier in the week and now he only had Don Stead working for him, and Don Stead was all right, young and a good worker. Stead knew his stuff about concrete. The man who had quit, Darrel Brugger, had been an excellent finisher, at least when he showed up.