« You needed to remove four feet of drywall to check an outlet? »
He rubbed the back of his neck.
« When I took the plate off, some drywall cracked. »
I looked at the clean stack of rectangular drywall pieces beside him.
« Cracked. »
« Yes. »
« In perfectly straight lines. »
He sighed. « I got carried away. »
I didn’t answer. Instead, I looked around.
His drill was on the floor.