Shack

"Uh ... repurposing the shed?" Jackson asked, coming around the side yard (intrigued by the pounding). "Just finishing; I've added insulation, soundproofing, and soft fabric-covered drywall," Millie explained (looking apologetic about the noise). "Learning as I go, I'm a construction company of one." "Impressive," Jackson said, taking a peek (and he meant it). "Going to use this as a study or an art space?" "Nah," Millie clarified, shaking her head. "It's a screaming shack. Five bucks and you can rant in here like you've lost your cotton-pickin' mind for 30 minutes. Total privacy. No judgments." Jackson stared at the shack, his eyes wide. "You taking appointments yet?" he whispered. "I'm booked through the second week of October," she responded, "but, if it's urgent, I can get you in.”