The Three Day Rule.
If you could build a house in three days, on any spare piece of land you could find, then it was yours. No questions asked. Those were the rules.
Eric was relieved when Wednesday dawned bright and clear; he needed good weather to complete the job. He was also patting himself on the back for buying the Brad nailer gun. It was turning out to be an invaluable tool; it meant that joists could be nailed in place ten times as fast as with a hammer, and speed was of the essence on this, the third day.
He toiled all day until his mouth burned with parch and his heart pounded in his chest in time with the nailer gun as the clock ticked on. He knew it was only a matter of time now before they came to tell him to drop the gun. Then he and Irma and the children would have nowhere to live. But at least he could have a glass of water.
April 11th 2011