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Village Squire, 1973-05, Page 8"Oh, I don't know. You pick the craziest friends." I didn't bother to explain that I hadn't picked Max he just came to me like a toothache. But the next morning Marion's opinion of Max seemed to change. After breakfast I had gone back to my study and shut the door. Even then it wasn't too peaceful because the kids were playing outside my window. Marion was left with Max and his wife. Apparently the refrigerator started acting up while they were still sitting in the kitchen. Marion explained that it wasn't working right and Max's eyes lit up. When she mentioned that the stove was on the fritz too he broke into one of his Cheshire cat imitations. "Maybe I can help" he offered. "I should know a LITTLE about electronics." He laughed loudly at his own joke. "After all it can't be as hard as a computer." "Now Max," his wife tried to intercede. "I don't know if you..." Marion, delighted with the prospect that she might get some of her work done interrupted. "Why of course, if you don't mind. Tony just hasn't been able to find the time to fix the oven and I'm just about going nuts. There are some tools in the basement." She, of course, just couldn't resist needling me a little so she poked her head in the study door. "Don't worry dear. I've got A a MN to fix the stove. Max is going to do it." If I hadn't been so absorbed in my work I might have realized how dangerous the situation was instead of just mumbling "That's wonderful dear." It was ten minutes later when I heard the scream of pain and the lights blinked off and my electric typewriter went as dead as a pancake left over from last night's supper. I rushed into the kitchen and there was Max, sitting on the floor shaking his head from side to side as if he had just been hit by a three ton truck and was checking to see if his neck was still connected. He held a screwdriver limply in one hand. I knew in a minute what had happened. "The power block for the stove is down in the basement" I said as I helped him back to his feet. "Let's go down and pull that out before you go back to work. Are you okay?" 8 DIVE DIVE DIVE DIVE INTO A bexamtP00L He was. He hadn't really gotten much of a jolt, just enough to make him scream bloody murder and to blow half the fuses in the house's archaic wiring system. His wife tried to stop him from going back to work but that Irish in Max wouldn't let him quit just because h: had had a minor setback. I found a new fuse and went back to work. For dinner we had coldcuts again. Max had the stove spread all over the kitchen floor. "This is a tricky stove you've got here," he said after dinner. "I've been working at it for hours and I just can't put my finger on the trouble." We went our separate ways again after dinner. He kept working without any luck. I kept filling the waste basket with wasted ideas. The kids, thankfully, had gone for a hike back through my rockpiles, except for the youngest one who was playing in a playpen out back. About two -thirty my wife came begging. "Tony, you've GOT to do something. He's been working for hours and he's only managed to find out that it was plugged in." So, I shut off the typewriter and went out to the kitchen to see what was the matter. It took me fifteen minutes to sort through the various parts he had removed from the stove. Then I found the loose wire that had caused the whole problem. It took another hour to put the stove back together. I went back to work. "Now to see what's wrong with that refrigerator" said Max. "Oh no, you're a guest. I can't have you working," pleaded Marion. But neither she or Max's wife could win. "Got to do something to earn my keep" Max joked. It was five -thirty this time when Marion crept into the study on bended knee to ask me to come out and get things back to normal so she could start supper. This time it took me only ten minutes to find out what was wrong. I was getting practice by now at sorting out disasters. It was a faulty relay switch and Max went into town to get a new one while I put the rest of it back together. By the time Marion had the supper ready I had repaired the damage and the refrigerator purred -like a sewing machine instead of an air hammer. Max's wife went to call the children far supper. She was POOLS & SAUNAS *In -ground pools *Above -ground pools *Pool toys *Pool chemicals *Lawn furniture *Complete chemical supplies & accessories opidadV( sAu�. MODUL- \R CoNsiRucnort. d / /d4o •3elected eastern Canal,a. red.ar • frnar.ne give la...,nat,.en • K In - dr ed — by craftsman. • sta.nless nada, Screws £ wines. • sonc,n, oa{a.cie sealer. • inside care{„Ill 68, Hans(. • 4 icu oasse...I _ easy cieaM 1. ^1Ai+r{arn. • made ;�, CaraLa.! Wm. RINTOUL'S LUXURY PRODUCTS 96 Patrick St. W., Wingham, Phone 357-2628 •