A builder’s truck bearing New York license plates drove up just as Judy and Holly got into the Beetle. The driver, a husky man with a tanned face and very light blue eyes, leaned out and called to them.
“Move your car out of there!” he said. “I’ve got heavy stuff in here. Have to park as close to the shop as possible.”
“We’re on our way out,” Judy told him, “but you’ll have to back up a little to give us room.”
“You’ve got room enough.”
He refused to move the huge panel truck. The name John Beer was lettered on the panel with the words Carpenter and Contractor below it. To Judy the truck seemed the size of a moving van. She couldn’t see what was in it but supposed he was hauling building supplies.
“Watch out that side and tell me if I’m backing too close,” she directed Holly.
“It’s pretty close.”
Judy was afraid of bumping up against the shop on the other side. One bump would be enough to spill that whole window full of glassware. Then she would have a bill! But she finally made it.
“We cleared it!” she exclaimed. “Now if anybody knocks over the shop it will be John Beer, not us.”
“He and Hugh Sammis are two of a kind. There! He’s opening the door of the shop. He looks angry. Let’s wait and see what happens,” Holly suggested.