Home Improvement

Chapter 3: Return of the Taylor's

One week later

Dear Brad,

If you ever decide to come back home, we're living in Detroit again. We have the same address, and most importantly, maybe the same job. How is it going in Spain? Mark sends his love. Randy is coming back to us this summer.

You dad, Tim

"I can't wait to see the look on my friend's face when we get back," Mark said happily in the car.

"I just want to kiss the laundry washer," Jill said eagerly.

"I have a job to get back to," Tim said.

After hours of driving, they parked at a familiar site. After meeting Al again, shaking hands and congratulating Trudy, Tim went straight to the backyard. As usual, outside picking the flowers was Wilson.

"Hi-de-ho Wilson," Tim said, mimicking Wilson's old greeting.

Wilson nearly fell in shock. That was Tim's voice. He looked up. Sure enough, Tim was standing over the fence, "Old neighbor, Tim Taylor."

"Yeah, it's me Wilson," Tim said, grinning.

"Al did tell me you were coming back," Wilson said. "What made you decide to anyway?"

"Well, we'll just say Indiana isn't home," Tim said. "I was born, raised, and married in this very house. The change was too big. Besides, Randy didn't know about us moving."

"Well Tim, it's like I always say, consult with your boy first, before making a major decision."

Tim closed his eyes, it was just like Wilson.

There was one more thing to take care of now.