K’s messages last night were him wanting me to come clean up on Sunday and help him, and he asked me to bring him coffee this morning. He leaves after Wednesday – I’m struggling between telling him not to come back and just going back to the arrangement that I imposed before – he speaks only to S, the contractor and not to me.
I’m going to ask Steve if he has another carpenter because I would prefer he not return, but getting another carpenter up to speed on the various tasks at hand with the LaLa would be a setback.
Sigh. Big long sigh.
I met up with L and the boys and R with her dog Hal on the bayou this morning – R said I need to take my card out of K’s hands – she’s a screenwriter and she said she’s always in search of multiple responses. I had taken my card out of his hand when I said he had to communicate through S, but I weakened my position and here I am again.