You're seven feet up with a sawzall. The phone is face down on a bucket. Third contractor she's tried tonight.

You call back Monday morning. She already has someone coming.

It says it's your assistant. It never pretends to be you. You're still on the ladder.

What's the job, where is it, whose house, and when. Seven minutes of texting.

A guessed number is a promise you have to keep or walk back. Your prices stay yours.

Not on pour day. Not during the inspection. It learned your week by reading it.

Four enquiries. Two booked, one sent to the roofer you'd have sent it to, one waiting on your call.

Nothing changed about your prices or your week. Only when the first reply went out.

The one you'd have written anyway. That note is where the quote begins.

Picks up when you can't. Asks what you'd ask. Stops at anything that's yours to decide.