Nine
AFTER THIRTY MINUTES, I’m reminded why I hate numbers so much.
I’m looking over Saint Clare’s monthly financial report, along with the records of donations made in Chad Hudson’s name. Unfortunately, Leslie is correct—those donations dried up after Helen arrested Richard Davenport. Regrettable, but to be expected. There’s a substantial sum listed, but I doubt it’s anywhere near what we need to even begin renovating the old Myer Estate.
I’m meeting with Leslie to look at the building and get her impressions of what we need to do to turn the old home into an educational center along the lines I imagine. I want to have the numbers in mind before I do that.
I believe there’s enough to hire an architect to do some initial plans. From what I’ve been able to gather through my own research
