"'S part of it," Will acknowledged with a small nod. "Pat's a good mate, and a good bloke. He said you was after a foot in the door and the way he talked about you, seemed a fair bet you'd be cut from a similar cloth. An' it happened it came up at, well, an opportune time, let's say." A month or two ago, he might've hesitated about making the offer. Between Tuck's word-of-mouth advertising and the website Marian had finally convinced him to let her make, he'd been doing fine for business, but it was a niche sort of business and he'd not have put stock in it holding steady forever. But November he'd sold the dining set, and then just a few weeks ago he'd got the pews job, and suddenly it was starting to look like he could actually use the extra pair of hands.
"I talked to Johnny, too. Little John. Pat happened to mention you two knew each other, so I asked his opinion. He thought it was a good idea." He scratched his beard thoughtfully. "Summat you said to me, too, actually. You said, houses or furniture, it's all about making a thing people can rely on. See, me, I'm interested in building stuff to last, not just to sell. I bring someone into my shop, I wanna know we're on the same wavelength there. Seems to me mayhap we are."