Drawing back from reminiscing, Meredith turned to Walt’s incessant scribbling, hoping he was getting towards the end of his lengthy calculations. Even if he wasn’t, it would probably be better to be honest now, tell Cady and Walt that she couldn’t afford to go ahead with the plan. She had more than enough money to live comfortably for the rest of her life, but no matter how much she wanted to help Cady, she couldn’t afford to spend all that money on renovations and opening the store. She could hear Jim’s calm voice in the back of her mind, warning against overextending.
Before Meredith could blurt out her apologies, Cady beat her to the punch. “Thank you, Mr. Whitney; Gran and I appreciate you taking time out of your day to give us a quote, but I can see from the numbers you’re writing do
