A Family For Luke
"I don't want to talk to her." Luke moved his cell phone to his other ear as he stopped his truck in front of the derelict house. "Just transfer the money into her account like you always do."
Through the open window of his truck, he heard the sounds of saws screaming from inside the house, his most recent investment, hammers pounding and money being made.
"She really wants to see you." Uncle Chuck, his account manager, could be persistent when he thought Luke should do what he wanted. But Luke had lived around Uncle Chuck and his foster father, Al, long enough to pick up some of their quirks.
"You know, Uncle Chuck, when you see a dog and each time you try to pet it, it bites you, how quick are you going to be to pet it again?"
"But she says she's changed."
"Like all the other times she's changed. Sorry, Uncle Chuck. Not happening and that topic is now closed." Luke reached across the cab of the truck and pulled over a new cost estimate he had gotten from the foreman of the crew. "I'm gonna need more money in the building account. Push a few thousand in there, as well."
"Moving it as we speak. Are things going okay at the house?"
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