Plumbing Problem Crossword Clue Novels & Stories

“ “Hey Baby, did the plumber come by today? “ I nodded after reminiscing for a few seconds “Yeah he sure did” “Did he fix thekitchen pipes? I nodded again and responded “yeah he did and he fixed something else too,something in the shower. Had a little problem so he took care of it”. Oh that’s great I’m sure he did a good job ….he sure did…

The drip-drip-drip is loud enough that I can barely hear myself curse under my breath. There’s a man crouched near the sink, fiddling with the shut-off valve. My landlord, Mr. Weaver. He’s wearing a raincoat that’s somehow wetter inside than out, his thinning hair plastered to his forehead. “About time,” he says, glancing up. “Where’ve you been?” “Working,” I snap, then instantly regret the sharpness. “What happened?” “Pipe burst upstairs. Been raining for days, and the building’s older than dirt. The water found its way down here.” He twists something under the sink, and the stream from the ceiling slows but doesn’t stop. “Main valve’s shot. Need a plumber.”

“Now.” Andrew snorted. “Why, so the ghost can take a nap?” “The plumbing is its circulatory system,” she said, finally facing him. “You want to keep losing men? Leave it pressurised.” Something thumped in the ductwork. A deep, hollow knock that ran the length of the room like a fist on a steel drum. Everyone froze. Gabe looked at the floor drain—water swirled lazy, clockwise, then stuttered and reversed, like a heart catching.

"Um, there's a plumbing issue. Yeah, I just remembered. It's all clogged up. Very messy. You don't want to go in there." She didn't buy it. "Plumbing issue? You're hiding something!" "No, I'm not!" I protested. She pointed accusingly at the bathroom. "Then why are you blocking the way? Are you hiding someone in there?" "I'm not!" I gasped. Isabella glared at the door like she was trying to see through it. "You're hiding something in there. Move aside, Rose!" I stood my ground. "No way, Izzy! You can't go in there."

It had been a stupid, albeit fatal, error. My parents were deep in conversation about the decorating, only giving me enough attention to hear the prices and decide to order from there. I wished I could be that oblivious, but my mind was racing. “...heavy-duty paint ought to help cover the damp stains upstairs.” I heard my father say. “It’s almost as if it’s seeped up, not down. I swear it wasn’t there when we viewed the place.” “Have a plumber look,” my mother called, lifting her voice to be heard as she switched the kettle on. “It’s got an odd colouring to it. I don’t know if we have copper pipes, but maybe there’s a leak.”

Lucian rubbed his eyes. “She thinks the plumbing is alive.” “Plumbing?” I repeated carefully. “Is that the creature’s name? Does it bite? Does it slither through the walls? It sounds like the name of something that lurks.” “No,” he said slowly, “it is just pipes. Pipes that carry water.” “Why would water need to be carried?” I demanded. “Does it not walk? Does it not flow of its own free will? You have enslaved the poor thing in metal tubes.”

That’s all any of us can do, isn’t it? … I pace the floor of my kitchen as I wait, the chaos of the burst pipe reflecting the turmoil in my mind. I’m playing a dangerous game, changing the venue last minute, and I haven’t even heard back from Mr. Thompson yet. “Abby, plumber’s here,” John calls out, snapping me back to the present crisis. “Good,” I mutter, forcing a calm over myself that I don’t feel in the slightest. The plumber is already knee-deep in the mess, his face serious as he examines the disaster. “Huh,” he says, shining his flashlight up into the burst pipe. “That’s strange.”

Opening his arms, he pulled me into a tight embrace. "You did amazing, baby. I'm so proud of you." "Thanks." I giggled as he tickled me. "Now, will you please tell me what's wrong? I've been on edge all day thanks to you." He was about to speak when we heard a knock on the door. "Come in," CJ snapped and his boy stepped in. "Sir.. There's a plumbing issue in the kitchen. It looks like someone tampered with the pipe." "Is there any leakage?"

He elucidated, and her lips pursed in an 'oh'. "All they need is a little lubricating. The actual problem is that you've got every screw, bolt and nut in here in the wrong place. And that's what's causing the leaks. My guess is that the plumbing of your house must've been done by a very close relative of yours, am I right, Kate?" He taunted. "Asshole!" She muttered. But she'd only said it in her mind so he hadn't heard her. Instead, she opted to change the subject.

A moment later, she called out, "Felix can you come in here and help me with something?" I slid off the bed, giving my wife the obligatory shrug. I opened the bathroom door and stepped inside. This bathroom was even nicer than the last with blue and gray tiling, a stall shower, and a spa bath. "I can't figure out this stupid plumbing," Scarlett said loudly. She gently clicked the door closed behind me. "What's wrong?" I asked.