I am terrified. As such, I keep as much of myself in contact with the scaffolding as long as possible.
“Help me hold this,” she says.
Nervously, I lift one hand off the railing, grab the overhead support bar, and then use my other hand to help her.
I lean over the side of the scaffolding. I still can’t reach the light I want. I push myself up on my toes, one foot goes off the board I stand on. It creaks. I manage to just slip the wrench around the bolt.