“I spent time on a farm,” I say, which is true enough. “I’m not squeamish.” “I appreciate that. I could use your assistance. I lost my apprentice last month. He decided undertaking was not the profession for him. I have no idea why.” Gray doesn’t smile, but his eyes do sparkle with enough self-awareness to tell me this is a joke. Huh, didn’t think you had it in you, Gray.
