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livelongenough"Yes, I understand. I'm very interested in it. I'd love to see the property. Yes, yes. The cost is fine. No, I won't need any financing. Saturday? Wonderful. Ten AM? Perfect. I'll be there. Thank you very much."
It had been a long time since he had bought property. Abe had gotten the shop in New York, and that, like this, had been paid for outright. It was better to stay out of debt. Credit was important, yes, but he'd manage to find another way to do that. Finance a car, perhaps. Something much less demanding than a business.
Clothes, too, would be useful. Open a few cards, make some purchases, pay them off. Keep it very clean, very streamlined, but that was always the difficulty of setting himself up in a city for the first time in almost thirty years. He hated having to do it, but, sometimes, it was necessary. Like when there was no way he could have survived a situation.
If Jo had found him at Abe's, everything would have fallen apart.
He hung up his office phone -- which was the only one he had, no mobile whatsoever -- and looked up. He knew he'd sensed something, and he saw it now. A particular ghost he'd met during the school's first official event he'd attended.
"Good afternoon, ma'am. How are you?"
It had been a long time since he had bought property. Abe had gotten the shop in New York, and that, like this, had been paid for outright. It was better to stay out of debt. Credit was important, yes, but he'd manage to find another way to do that. Finance a car, perhaps. Something much less demanding than a business.
Clothes, too, would be useful. Open a few cards, make some purchases, pay them off. Keep it very clean, very streamlined, but that was always the difficulty of setting himself up in a city for the first time in almost thirty years. He hated having to do it, but, sometimes, it was necessary. Like when there was no way he could have survived a situation.
If Jo had found him at Abe's, everything would have fallen apart.
He hung up his office phone -- which was the only one he had, no mobile whatsoever -- and looked up. He knew he'd sensed something, and he saw it now. A particular ghost he'd met during the school's first official event he'd attended.
"Good afternoon, ma'am. How are you?"
