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Dad’s eyes twinkled. “Not a clue. Last I heard, they were planning to redo the entire bathroom… again.”

Dad sighed, his expression turning serious. “Pippi, let me tell you something. In all my years of plumbing, I’ve never done anything likе this before. And I hope I never have to again. But these Carlyles, they weren’t just trying to cheat me. They were insulting my work, my pride.”

I nodded, understanding dawning. “They thought they could walk all over you.”

“Exactly,” Dad said, pointing his cigar at me. “And in this business, word gets around. If I let them get away with it, who knows how many other folks might try the same thing?”

“I guess I see your point,” I admitted. “But still, bugs in the bathroom? That’s pretty gross, Dad.”

He chuckled. “Well, I never said it was a pretty revenge. But it was effective.”

“So, what happened after that?” I asked, curious. “Did you ever hear from them again?”

Dad shook his head. “Nope. But Johnny keeps me updated. You should hear some of the stories he’s told me.”

“Like what?” I leaned in, eager for more.

Dad’s eyes twinkled with mischief. “Well, there was this one time Mrs. Carlyle was hosting a fancy dinner party. Johnny said he could hear her screaming all the way from his house when she found a cockroach in the guest bathroom!”

I couldn’t help but laugh. “Oh man, that must’ve been embarrassing!”

“You bet it was,” Dad chuckled. “And then there was the time Mr. Carlyle tried to fix the problem himself. Bought every bug spray in the store and went to town on that bathroom.”

“Did it work?” I asked, already guessing the answer.