Redeco’s done, and it’s just as cheap not to store the scaffolding–that’s why they hire Schroder. He and his apprentice Plink wear Teflon jumpsuits in that invulnerable shade of green.
They start at the top. Schroder aims the pump hose at the scaffold ceiling and watches pale sky appear; he raises one hand and passes it through the empty space. Never gets tired of that.
Plink rattles her detailing can uncomfortably. “Does it bother you? Wondering where it all goes?”
“I believe it mostly ends up in my closet,” says Schroder, who hasn’t the courage to try spraying in there.