"This actually shouldn't be too bad," Huck answered him, "it looks like some of the standard prefabricated frames that we've often installed... though, they also come in varying sizes."
Moe breathed a bit of a sigh of relief at that. He didn't think of himself as too bad of a "handyman," but much of that had more to do with maintaining the equipment he used for his business. Building and window repair was something a bit different, and in his previous residences, he'd often had to rent where he lived, which then removed the ability to even try home repair on his own. The house in Moon Lake was the first that the Charlestons actually owned and could engage in these things if they wished, but in the wake of what happened with the Gambonis and the damage done, Moe wasn't going to experiment. He'd let a professional do the work, and the report that Jenkins Construction could replace the window put a lot of ease on Moe's mind. Moe would stick around, if only to learn how Huck went about his work.
"How long will this take?" Moe asked curiously.
"Not too long," Huck answered, "it might actually take more time to go back and get the window than it will to put the new window in. I will want to take some measurements first to make sure I bring back the right size of window. From there, I'll come back and get to work."
Moe nodded, and watched as Huck moved forward and pulled a small metal case that held a tape measure as he approached the window. He calmly measured the window's height and width, and then looked at the depth and taking a closer look at some marking that was on the plastic frame for the window.
"Do you have a notepad I could borrow?" Huck asked him.
"Yeah... let me go get it," Moe answered and moved out, while Huck continued to look over the window.
As Moe came out into the hallway, he came across Karen standing in the doorway to her bedroom with her bed linin in her arms. It was a sign that she and Nichole were working on washing out the sheets and clothes that would have gotten some damage as a result of the Gambonis tossing tear gas grenades in through the window. He could tell by the scrunched up nose that the scent was still bothering her now weretiger's sense of smell.
"That's the guy who will fix the window?" Karen asked as Moe approached and falling in behind him as he moved to get a notepad that Huck could use for noting down the measurements.
"He's the guy who will replace the old window," Moe corrected, "which should be fairly easy based on what he's told me... that the frame is one that works with things his service works with. So we aren't going to need a specially made window."
"It may not be fancy," Karen chuckled.
"You should know by now that fancy has never been my prime concern," Moe answered, "and you're likely going to need a whole new wardrobe as a weretiger now..."
"And you mom might need new clothes depending on what weres the two of you become," Karen reminded him, "you might be too big and buff for your human clothing."
"We'll leave that for when it happens," Moe dismissed that, "right now... right now we're cleaning up from the last battle we've had with the Gambonis."
That line made Karen smile, and privately Moe had to agree. His family had been running from Gambonis for so long that they'd never truly been able to settle down and truly make friends or be "at home." Moon Lake had promised them that time, and with the main leadership of the organization caught and in a way that they couldn't avoid prison, Moe was fairly certain that the promise Moon Lake had made had been kept. The only thing that they could really work on for the immediate moment was to get things cleaned up. It'd start with repairing the immediate damage and getting the scent of tear gas residue out of the fabric. The rug might need to be shampooed to do the same, but there was only so much they could do for the moment.
"And how are the sheets and linins?" Moe asked as he found a small notepad laying on the counter under the wall phone in the kitchen, "is it too bad?"
"It's worse in you and mom's room and those sheets," Karen answered, "mom should be getting them into the washing machine by now. I was mostly sent to get my bed linin for the next load. I think from there, we'll end up being putting all our clothes through the wash... or at least testing things through the sniff test."
"Yeah... today will be a busy day with that," Moe nodded, "I'll let you get to it. Keep up the good work, Karen."
"You too, dad," Karen answered and let Moe continue on.
He then carried the notepad back to Huck who was standing by the window and looking it over. Moe heard the man repeating some numbers over and over as he approached. When Huck noticed Moe's approach, he accepted the note pad and was soon writing down those numbers, which Moe figured was likely the measurements of the window and the identification for the make and model of the frame number.
"Okay... I'm going to head back and get the window frame we'll need to replace this one," Huck spoke, "I should be back fairly quickly. You'll still be here?"
"Yeah... we got a fair amount of cleaning to do after what the Gambonis did," Moe answered, "and some can't really get going until after the window is out and replaced."
Huck nodded and was soon on his way and before he went out the door, he paused and told him, "I'll be back pretty quick. Thirty minutes at the absolute longest, given traffic and loading the right tools and so on."
"Take your time," Moe spoke, "we have plenty to work on while you're out."