Leo chuckled. "I’m a precise cutter, Martha. I don’t plan on breaking anything." He bought the fourteen and left.
"Height times width," he muttered, scribbling on a napkin. "Fourteen square feet. Easy." how much tile to buy for backsplash
By Saturday afternoon, the kitchen smelled of mastic and ambition. The first few rows went perfectly. But then he hit the electrical outlets. On his first attempt to trim a tile to fit around a socket, the ceramic snapped like a cracker. One gone. On his second try, his wet saw slipped, nibbling too far into the corner. Two gone. Leo chuckled