Orange You Sorry? - The Coconut Chronicles: Two Guys, One Caribbean Dream House - page 76

Not the color we picked out
He sighed extravagantly. “It's the color the hardware store told us you chose.”
“I don't see how that's possible. I registered the color in their book.”
He flashed an unpleasant smile, revealing large yellow teeth. “This is Puerto Rico, Pat-
rick. Anything's possible.”
“Including the fact that you screwed up.”
Dead silence. I took a deep breath.
“So what's your plan for fixing it?”
He looked around the room before replying.
“I'm not planning on fixing anything. Mistakes happen, you know.”
“It's a $1,500 mistake. We're having it repainted, and you should at least split the dif-
ference with us.”
“That's not going to happen.”
We stared at each other with barely disguised hostility, clearly at an impasse.
Michael, who had kept quiet during this exchange, spoke up now.
“By the way,” he asked, “any idea where our corner cabinet is?”
Although Daniel had obviously rehearsed the wall-color conversation, he was clearly
unprepared for Michael's question.
“What corner cabinet?”