Chapter 2-3
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My phone rang late in the afternoon. It was the real estate agent I’d been working with, Elizabeth. I wiped my frosting covered hands on my apron and answered the call before it went to voicemail.
“Hi Elizabeth. How are you?”
“Hello Charlie. I have some news for you, but I don’t think you’re going to like it.”
My stomach dropped. She didn’t have to say anything else. “Do you know who got the site?”
“No, I don’t. They wouldn’t tell me anything. The listing agent called me this morning. She said they got our paperwork, but the building owner had already signed a lease with someone else. We barely missed getting in. I’m sorry.”
“It’s not your fault, Elizabeth. But I need to find something else. That place was perfect. Well, almost perfect.”
“I know. I’ve got a few other listings we can look at. None that have an apartment attached, but they could still work for you. Can we get together tomorrow to look at them?”
“Yes, definitely. I have an anniversary party the second weekend in January and I have to have a kitchen to work in to fulfill the order. Besides that, I need a place to live.”
“I know, Charlie. We’ll find something. I’ll see you tomorrow afternoon.”
I thanked Elizabeth and hung up. I had no idea what I was going to do, but I wasn’t going to give up. Something would happen that would make the whole thing work out. It had to.
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