Clive is not so sure. He is wondering without reservation if it would be better to sell the house and buy a new one, or if he can work himself to the bone for a few weeks to have the coin to hire someone to do this. No, he can’t, and he won’t. This was his error.

“Of course,” he agrees, nodding, taking the shovel once more to dump another load of shit into the bag. It reeks. “Are you sure you want to help with this? If it’s too much…”