“Not me personally,” he replied, picking up his napkin and wiping his mouth and hands as if he were finished. His plate wasn’t empty, but she had a feeling her topic of conversation had taken away his appetite. “I know people who might have some use for it, though.”
“Something that would bring jobs back?”
“Of course. I wouldn’t mention it to anyone I didn’t think would want to do that.”
“What sort of people?” She was just about full, too, but she ate one more fry before scooting her plate away.
“I know some furniture manufacturers that are looking to expand. Some of the corporations that we work with for our high rises.”
“Are they furnished? I mean, your apartments—do they come furnished?” She wasn’t sure her question was any clearer than his statement had been, but he seemed to under
