At the three-week mark, Jane took off Saturday night after closing up the spa and headed for Neighborlee. She walked around all day on Sunday, glorying in the quiet, the fall sunshine, the people who smiled at a total stranger and offered advice on where to get the best burger, the best bed & breakfast, and recommended she attend the college’s newest theatrical production. She made an appointment with the realtor to look at the Spindelmutter building, and laughed at herself, remembering last time she thought about doing it the Ghost’s way. It was perfect. Huge picture windows and a recessed doorway, old brick, in the middle of the business district, in a long row of quaint, fifties-style buildings.
The realtor, Debbi
Kunardi, answered all Jane's questions. She couldn't take over the building
right away. The county building inspector had found major foundation damage
that needed to be repaired. The owner was in the middle of gathering estimates
and determining what he wanted to do, how extensive he wanted to make the
repairs. When Debbi told him that Angela at Divine's Emporium had recommended
the location to Jane, the owner promised the repairs wouldn't impact the lease price
at all. He would even sign a paper locking in his price before he found out the
cost of repairs, guaranteeing Jane would have first refusal after the
renovations had been made. He also promised a power wash to freshen up the
outside of the building.
"Definitely weird," Katie agreed, when Jane reported on the results of her first foray into resettling to Neighborlee. "But nice."
"It's kind of like what Beau told me. The town is alive and reaches out to welcome you, if you've found your place there."
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