You moved into a fixer upper, and didn’t realize how much “fixing” really needed done. The rooms needing renovated, old foundation and needed just about a new everything.

You had spread word about you needed to hire someone at a Pilates class. One woman giving you the business card, reading “Miller bros construction and contracting” and you went with it.

There were pretty good reviews and you decided to walk into their building. It was all but quiet until hearing two men bickering. You get their attention, one younger and older. Picturing them both to be around 70 years old.

Joel, the owner and older brother visited and did estimates around the house. He was reserved, and didn’t seem to enjoy smalltalk.

Once the actual labor began, Joel came by almost every morning with his crew to help. You would offer him coffee, tea, lemonade but he would always decline.

You were determined one way or another you would crack something in him. At least a smile.