Margaret walked around to the back, checking to make sure the handy man had finished repairing the door to the storage area. The agent assured her it would be safe to leave the keys in the lock box. All that was left for her to do now was find some place to go every day. “Buyers don’t like to meet the seller face-to-face,” Betty had insisted.
Still, she thought, wouldn’t they want to know it had been well-maintained over the 30 years that she and Harry had lived here. He was real handy and did all the work himself. If he hadn’t toppled over that morning, right in the middle of putting the pale yellow ceramic tile in the bathroom, she wouldn’t have had to call the handy man at all.
She could tell from the look on his face, the wide eyed “what the hell” on his lips that he wasn’t expecting to go now, to go this way. But hearts have a mind of their own and when Harry’s was through, well it was just done.
4 comments:
LOVE, LOVE, LOVE this! Thanks, Fred
Awwww. Thank you. Am looking forward to our next group so I can get some more stuff on paper.
Well, now that you're "retired", (???) you'll have lots of time to write, hahaha. Fred (When do you start your next job?) ;-)
Well, not until school starts again in August :>) There actually is a chance they will ask me to train the new person that will take over at the school I just finished with.
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