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“Cool.”
A pause.
“You haven't mentioned your house,” he said at last. “Aren't you worried about what's
going to happen now that I'm out of commission?”
I tried to sort out my thoughts.
“Sure, I guess. But we're a lot more concerned about what's going to happen to you.”
“That's nice, Patrick, but business is business. Here's my plan.”
In essence, he was turning our project over to his business partner, a local guy named
Carl. He gave us Carl's number.
“He'll be calling you soon to go over next steps,” he said.
“Steve?”
“Yep?”
“Don't worry about our house. It's not important.”
“It's important to you and Michael.”
“Compared to what you're going through, it's not important at all.”
Another pause.
“Thanks.”
“Can I call you in New York?”
“Sure, same number. That would be nice.”
We never heard from Carl. I left him five messages; Michael left three.
Finally we called Jane. “Do you know this Carl guy?”
“Sure.”
“Is he working on our house?”
“Not that I can tell.”
“Is he ever going to call us back?”
“Doubtful.”
“What do we do?”
She sighed dramatically.
“Call
me
, I guess.”
☼ ☼ ☼
Jane is feisty.
I've always disliked that word and I suspect she does too, but it describes her perfectly.
She's high-energy in a good way, unless you get on her bad side. Then she's even higher-
energy.
Think hell-fire.
Think brimstone.
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