she closed the place to save on utilities. That was almost two years ago.â
JoAnn, sitting next to Rhonda, asked some of the right questionsâprice, zoning, taxesâthen added, âAre you out of your goddamn mind? Soâs the seller at the price sheâs asking. With a name as tacky as Grin N Bare It? That would have to go, but why even bother? This place is a teardown. Developers will pay twenty, thirty percent more and build condos.â She focused on Mack. âWhatâs the catch?â
Rhonda, oddly subdued, opened her purse, took out a packet of tissues, then put the tissues away.
Tomlinson exchanged looks with Ford while Mack explained, âCash, thatâs all. She wants a clean deal, and keep it simple. What Iâm thinking is, we fix the place up and run it at a profit.â
He motioned vaguely to include the concrete walls, beige paint peeling, and a tiny kitchen, where there was a counter piled with old phone books still in plastic. âIf someone at the marina has friends visiting, or their boatâs being hauled, weâll book them here instead of a hotel. Hire a manager and a handymanâFiggy is just the guy, I think. We can do the work ourselves in our spare time. I know, I know, the cottages are tiny, but think about it. Who knows more about living in cramped spaces than people who live on boats?Weâre all set as far as zoning.â He craned his head back. âA little patch and polish . . . probably redo the wiring; the right furniture and an entertainment system would really liven up this place. And it comes with a license to sell wine and beer.â
Tomlinson, wearing shorts and a tank top, stood and walked barefoot to the stack of phone books, and began shuffling through them. âBeerârehydrationâs important in the tropics, but why not buy a liquor license, too? I picture a seafaring motif: antique charts, serving wenches in low-cut dresses. And over thereââhe pointedââbig-ass speakers for bands we can hire. I say we run the place as a private club. No suits or pinheads allowed . . . But seriously, ladies, you really want to change the name?â
JoAnn was asking Mack if he needed investors, or had the cash, while Tomlinson continued with his thread. âHow about we call thisââhe had to think for a momentââcall it the Float On Bar. Or . . . the Déjà Vu Innâyeah, the little hideaway so friendly, you could swear youâve been here before. But to change a classic name like Grin andââhe plucked a magazine from the stack, saying, âAha! Hereâs proof. What did I tell you, Doc?â He held up the magazine. âThis is why we never heard of the place. Nudists donât advertise for the same reason they donât need pockets.â
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, the publicationâs name; lead story, Ford didnât bother to look when it was passed around.
Mack answered a few more questions before getting down to it. âNone of us are getting any younger. Down the road, five or six years, if the feds kick us out, weâll have a place to go. A sort of aâwhat do you call it?âfamily compound. Thatâs a perk. What I didnât tell you is the owner has accepted my offer. I want to getthis place up and running before the seasonâs done. With me, itâs strictly business. If the buildings are structurally sound, if thereâs no mold, and if the titleâs clear, Iâll sign the contract. Mold is a hell of a lawsuit risk. Doc? Thatâs why I asked you to bring your tools. Letâs check behind some of the drywall and have a look inside the vents.â
Ford helped for a while, then left his tools and the truck with Tomlinson and jogged home.
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