“How soon did you need the place, dear?” Mrs. Richardson asked sweetly as they toured the two-bedroom second-floor unit.
“As soon as possible, although it might take a bit to find some furniture,” Sarah told her honestly. “Everything I own is in my SUV.”
“I think I can help with that,” the old woman beamed. “My grandson works in a furniture store. He’s about your age, too, and he’s handsome. And single,” she added with a sly grin.
“I appreciate that, Mrs. Richardson, but I’m only looking for furniture. I, um... well, I just got out of a relationship, so...” Sarah faltered as her face filled with hurt.
“Now, now, dear, no worries,” came the response along with an affectionate pat on Sarah’s hand. “And please, call me Jodie. I didn’t mean to upset you, Sarah.”
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