Milo was still lifting bricks when he saw Roderick's polished black shoes come to a stop in the yard.
He froze, the weight of the brick pulling at his sore shoulders. He slowly set it down in the wooden basket and looked up.
"Salvatore is looking for you. Come to his office," Roderick said.
Milo stood up immediately. His heart began to pound against his ribs. He searched Roderick's face for any sign of what was coming.
Was Salvatore angry? But Roderick's face was a blank wall. He looked at Milo calmly, with no expression.
Bernard, who was nearby spreading mortar, wiped his brow and grumbled. He didn't look at Roderick, but he raised his voice so he could be heard.
"Tell Salvatore I asked the boy to help me. I needed him."
He knew that man would be upset because he had taken his man again.
But Bernard didn't like to bring people in from outside unless it was really necessary. After all, he knew he could handle the job. He just needed a "little help."
