Leo grinned. “Diana wasn’t broken. She just needed someone to listen and give her the right part.”
Leo smiled softly. He opened the faucet handle and found the culprit: a worn-out cartridge washer, calcified and cracked. “It’s not your fault, Diana,” he whispered back. “You’ve served faithfully for twenty years. You just need a new heart.”
He turned the main valve back on. “Try her now,” he said.