Teaser Tuesday

Here is a tid bit from one of my stories:

Uncle Ruben hadn’t always been this way. When he came to visit us one summer two years ago, he had decided that he loved Florida. Within a few months he, Aunt Mirah, and their son Riley had moved into an expensive house fifteen minutes away from us. Sometimes my mother would let me go to Uncle Ruben’s house on weekends. He was an upholsterer. He made his garage into his workshop, his sanctuary. The walls were painted gold and there were rolls of fabric propped up against all of them. It was like being in a fabric store. I would stay with him for hours, watching him work. He could make the ugly, old, dirty chairs look dazzling and new.

One Saturday he had received an order from one of his clients to upholster a couple arm chairs. They had to be the most awful chairs that I’d ever seen in his workshop. The fabric on the chairs was a mildew green color and one of them was stained with what appeared to be permanent wet spots. The other chair had tiny rips along the backrest.
“Can I help you with these, Uncle Ruben?” I asked him.

“Ok, you are going to have to listen very carefully. We have to be careful, we can’t make any mistakes.”

“Why?” I asked him.