Chapter 5

They came out Saturday, and spent almost an hour wandering around the house and grounds. I showed them the apartment and asked if they thought they could stand living in the suburbs.

“How much?”

I grinned at Lindsey. “How much are you paying now?”

“Eight hundred apiece.”

It must have been a really nice apartment. “Well, we’ll see what we can do. I’m thinking fifty a week, but there’s a catch. I hope both of you can cook, because part of the deal is one homecooked meal from each of you per week, and I furnish the food. And you can each have a space in the garage, just don’t bother the other bay. Deal?”

They stared, they stuttered. “Fifty isn’t fair, Dean! We don’t want to take...”

“All right. You drive a hard bargain. Twenty-five then. And we’ll sign a one year lease, just so you can be comfortable with the deal.” Suddenly I had two hands full of crying women, and we stayed locked up for a long time, before they finally calmed down and let me go. They spent the rest of the day cleaning the apartment, borrowed my truck(and me) to move the furniture they wanted to keep. They were firmly in place before the weekend was out. I had one more condition they had to agree to before I gave them the keys.