Tell Bullies To Step Off

摘要

The rooftop was getting hotter. All day it was the same with Bob, the chief of our four-man crew, who barked orders for materials: "Nails!" "Shingles!" He yelled at everyone, especially me, the low man. I was a 20-something student on a break from college, earning money for school. We were putting a roof on a suburban home on a hill overlooking Coraopolis, northwest of Pittsburgh. Bob's shouting punctuated the days. "Water! Where the hell is that kid with the water?" He stood and shrugged, his frame silhouetted against the sky. Down in the driveway where the spigot was, I hustled to fill the big water jug. I heard Bob carping about me while I was getting the water.