The sun was shining brightly through Sarah's window as she slowly stirred from her vigilant dreaming. Her babysitting job with Mrs. Patterson's child was almost a dream come true. Never in her life had Sarah made so much money with little effort and Mrs. Patterson's daughter Liz, was a great kid to be around, plus neither of them had any problems with being barefoot all the time - unlike her mother. Sarah would normally watch everyday from early morning till the evening, which was normally at 6 PM.

Talk about it being a full time job Sarah though happily as she rose to look out the window. "What's with all of the racket?"

Noise from vehicles moving and parking near her house were causing many of the neighbors to look outside their windows and check on the commotion. One of the vehicles was a obviously a concrete truck, another was a paving machine to make the roads smooth, one was filled with miscellaneous tools, but the last one was something that she had not seen before. Bewildered by this, Sarah sought after her mother to get some sort of explanation for the repairs crew's sudden appearance.

After checking the bathroom and her mother's bedroom, she proceeded to check downstairs, arriving at the base just in time to hear the front door open.

"Hello, is this Mrs. Domanga, at Buckley Street?" asked a man with a burly voice dressed in a stained red and black flannel shirt, blue jeans, and black work boots.

"Yes, this is She and you have the right address," Mrs. Domanga responded. "Are you guys the repair crew I ordered to fix my driveway?"

The man looked at the broken and worn-out driveway and turned back to her, "Yup, that's what this work order is for," and the man handed her mother a clipboard with a sheet of paper attached to it. " I just need you to sign here and here... ok. Now that this is taken care of, we'll need you to move your car out of the driveway so we can get started."

"That shouldn't be a problem," Mrs. Domanga picked up a suite case and her keys, "I was just getting ready to leave anyway."

Sarah decided that she was dressed well enough to go outside, as was wearing denim shorts and a bright yellow shirt. Following her mother and the repairman,Sarah walked out the front door and wondered what her mother was up to.

"Mom, what's going on," and she waived at the trucks and people setting up equipment, "and why are these guys here?"

Her mother was getting ready to start the car and pull out when she heard Sarah's questions and stopped the car. "Hun, I'm sorry; I completely forgot to tell you about this. These guys are her to fix the driveway."

"But mom," Sarah said as she placed her hands on the driver's side door, "couldn't this have waited until you had come back from your trip from work?"

"Yes, it could have, but I've been putting it off for a while now and I just decided to go ahead and have someone do it before I put it off again." With that, her mother began to pull out of the driveway once more.

"Mom!" Sarah said angrily as she stalked after the car. "You can't do this! Not now!"

"Don't worry, Sarah! Everything has been taken care of and they'll just fix the driveway and leave. I'll be back this Sunday evening!" The car was on the street and ready to leave.

"Mom! That's two days from now!"

"I know, I know!" her mother shouted. "But like I said, it's all been taken care of. Just do what you normally do and don't forget to put some shoes on!" and drove away.

Sarah watched as her mother drove off without saying another word looked down at her naked feet. "Why don't you put some shoes on, she says," she mumbled mockingly as she walked back to the house. "I'm grown for crying out loud and why does she have to do things like this!"

"Hey, ma'am!" the same man that had talked to her mother called out.

Sarah turned her attention toward the man and walked over to him "What, sir?"

"Well, I just wanted to tell you that repairing your driveway will take till this afternoon to finish."

"How's that? You have a lot of ground to cover with concrete and," Sarah pointed at the yellow truck, "you'll have to use whatever is in that truck as well."

The man looked at the truck that Sarah had pointed and shrugged his shoulders. "Well, after we've gotten the old driveway broken up and cleared out of the way, we'll place a new layer of concrete over it which in this heat will dry sometime by noon, and then put down an elements protecting layer of tar over the concrete. That's concretes in the truck you pointed at."

"Then you have a problem, the tar is going to be sticky for some time after you've applied it."

"Yes, we realize that, but as per your mother's wishes, we're to do all of this as quickly as possible, pack up our equipment, and leave." The man then began to grin a little. "She was even kind enough to pay in advance."

"How kind of her," Sarah said and turned away, walking toward her house again. "She didn't even bother to tell me that she was going to do this!"

"Don't worry, ma'am, we'll be done and gone before you know it!" He then turned to a group of workmen and whistled. "Come on guys! We've got work to do!"

Sarah went into the house and closed the door behind her; she was still a little angry about what her mom had setup. Why was the only thing she kept thinking of every time she looked out one of the windows to see the workmen fix the driveway.

At least they'll be finished and out of my hair later today, she thought. Sarah looked at the clock that was hung on the wall near the front door and saw that it was only seven in the morning.

"Great!" Sarah said to herself as she proceeded to the upstairs bathroom. "I have to get ready in less than hour and these guys are outside working on my driveway!! WHY couldn't mom have waited just a bit longer before she did this?"

Liz's mother normally left around 8 AM, sometimes a little earlier to beat traffic. Hopefully, Sarah would not be late, but it wouldn't hurt for her to be a little early as well.

"An hour is more than enough time to get ready and do some other stuff... like eating, but I'll do that later."

She proceeded to climb the stairs and get ready for the rest of the day; but as many would say, life decides to have a bit of fun wither her. As Sarah approached the middle of the stairway, she stubbed her big toe and began to flail her arms around in the air to keep her balance and to keep from screaming aloud. In doing so, she half-hazardly knocked over one of her mother's small statuette and watched in horror as it broke into three pieces.

"Oh no!!" Sarah gasped as she ran back down the stairs and reclaimed the pieces. "This is one of mom's favorite porcelain statues!" She ran her right index finger over the edges and her look of terror began to diminish. "No sweat! I just need some porcelain glue and it'll look as good as new... I hope."

Making a mad dash down the stairs, Sarah went into the kitchen and began to rummage through the utility drawer, hoping that there was some porcelain glue there. After going through the drawer's contents for some odd minutes, she realized that the glue was nowhere to be found and was about to give up any hope of fixing the statuette.

"Where else could that glue be? It's not in the utility drawer... so where can it be?"

Just then, Sarah had a flash of thought that pointed to the basement. Her mother had moved a lot of the "unneeded" stuff downstairs a few weeks back and placed most of the glues and small repair related things on a shelf, which made retrieval a little interesting. The first problem was that the particular shelf she was looking for was high above a workbench. The second problem, the light bulb in the basement had recently blown out and Sarah didn't have time to look for a flashlight.

"It's not like I have much of a choice," she said she opened the basement door and walked down the stairs. "At least there's enough light from outside to keep me from being completely blind down here."

As soon as Sarah reached the bottom of the stairs, she planted her bare feet on the cool, dusty cement floor and began to get her bearings in the dim sunlight.

"Wow," Sarah said as she wiped her right foot across the dusty cement floor and lifted it to where she could see it's bottom. "To think that mom and I had actually planned on cleaning this place up... There has to be layers of dust down here! Oh well," and she lowered her foot back to the cement floor, "no time for that now."

After a small amount of time, she found the work bench on the other side of the other end of the basement and sprinted toward it, making sure to avoid boxes and other miscellaneous things.

Relieved to reach the workbench, Sarah placed the broken pieces of the statuette toward the back end of the bench, near the wall and turned on the small work lamp.

"Now where is that glue?" she mumbled as she began to search the first shelf above the workbench. Upon making a quick search of the shelf, Sarah found a large tub of "Sure Fire" glue and decided to read the label in the hopes of it being able fix objects made of porcelain.

"Hmm... 'Sure Fire' glue, guaranteed to keep rats and bugs stuck in their place until you're ready to deal with them, or your money back. Well, that's not what I'm looking for, better put this back."

She placed it back on the shelf, but failed to realize that it was partially hanging off the edge and threatened to fall. The second shelf had a few power tools and the only shelf left was the very top one, which could only be accessed by Sarah standing on the workbench. Making sure not to break anything else in the surrounding area, Sarah clumsily climbed onto the workbench. She quickly realized that she still could not reach the shelf completely and she had to stand on her tippy toes and stretch them to the max just to be able to read the top. But, being the person Sarah is, having to stand on her toes like this was causing some problems with her search, the first and major being that she bumped into the shelves due to her lack on balance.