new business. In the end, Linda was always the most stable breadwinner in the family.
As Amy drove, she was lost in thought until her cell phone rang bringing her out of her haze.
“Hello?” Amy answered as she hit the button on her hands free mic.
“Amy?”
“Yes....”
“This is Camille Tarton, your 4:30 appointment....” said the gentile, yet very upper class, woman on the phone.
“Oh, yes, Ms. Tarton. I am on my way to your place as we speak,” Amy said smiling.
“Oh, darn it! I was trying to catch you, dear. Our plans today have been altered, sweetie. Emile and I cannot meet with you today....” she said apologetically.
“Okay...” Amy was a bit aggravated but tried to hide it in her tone.
“I have an idea! Our stable manager can meet with you. He knows just as much about the house as we do. Yes, that will work. That way you won't waste your time driving so far for nothing,” Camille said.
“We can always reschedule, Ms. Tarton. I really need to speak with you and your husband...” Amy tried to get her to reschedule because she knew that selling them on working with her would be immensely harder if she had to do it over the phone later.
“I won't take no for an answer, Amy! I want you to see our place. You were referred by our dearest friends, so I trust in your opinion on how we should price it,” she said.
“Okay. I will be happy to meet with your stable manager. Will this person know I am coming?” Amy asked worried that she was meeting with some country bumpkin or ax murderer in the middle of the woods.
“I will tell Jack that you are coming. He's a very nice fellow. Kind of rough around the edges, but, well.... he is a stable boy...” she said giggling in a holier than thou tone.
“Um... well... thanks for letting me come. I will look around, walk the land a bit and call you tomorrow to discuss. How does 2:00 sound?” Amy said trying to juggle her phone while sitting in traffic.
“Yes, dear, that will be fine. I will speak to you then,” she said as she hung up the phone. Amy quickly typed the appointment into her smart phone and put her eyes back on the road. Luckily, traffic was heavy so she wasn't endangering anyone with her talking and typing.
A few minutes later, Amy was on a deserted road looking for the mailbox number for her appointment. Craning her head, she finally saw the red brick mailbox with black wrought iron numbers “1458”. She turned right onto the black tar driveway that seemed to stretch for miles.
The driveway was lined with beautiful Bradford Pear trees in full bloom. It was like stepping into another world away from the blazing hot sun and urban landscape. Beyond the trees, she could see a beautiful antebellum style white home with a large rocking chair front porch. Out front was a stunning, round drive with a large statue and waterfall in the center. It seemed so out of place in front of the old, restored Southern home. She wasn't surprised given the pretentiousness of Camille Tarton.
Amy parked her convertible at the bottom of the front steps, grabbed her briefcase and headed for the door. She walked up the granite stairs leading to an enormously tall wooden door. She felt like she was about to enter a castle as she used the black wrought iron knocker to alert Jack that she was there. She waited for a few moments before noticing an electronic intercom panel to the right of the door. She pressed the button and waited for an answer, but nothing happened.
A few minutes passed before Amy realized that Jack wasn't inside. Well, he is a stable boy , she thought to herself. She walked back down the stairs and made her way around the right side of the house where the pastures were. Thankfully, she had worn her less expensive cowboy boots.
Over the pasture, she saw a gorgeous red barn that had all of the amenities that any horse would ever want. It looked picture perfect as
As Amy drove, she was lost in thought until her cell phone rang bringing her out of her haze.
“Hello?” Amy answered as she hit the button on her hands free mic.
“Amy?”
“Yes....”
“This is Camille Tarton, your 4:30 appointment....” said the gentile, yet very upper class, woman on the phone.
“Oh, yes, Ms. Tarton. I am on my way to your place as we speak,” Amy said smiling.
“Oh, darn it! I was trying to catch you, dear. Our plans today have been altered, sweetie. Emile and I cannot meet with you today....” she said apologetically.
“Okay...” Amy was a bit aggravated but tried to hide it in her tone.
“I have an idea! Our stable manager can meet with you. He knows just as much about the house as we do. Yes, that will work. That way you won't waste your time driving so far for nothing,” Camille said.
“We can always reschedule, Ms. Tarton. I really need to speak with you and your husband...” Amy tried to get her to reschedule because she knew that selling them on working with her would be immensely harder if she had to do it over the phone later.
“I won't take no for an answer, Amy! I want you to see our place. You were referred by our dearest friends, so I trust in your opinion on how we should price it,” she said.
“Okay. I will be happy to meet with your stable manager. Will this person know I am coming?” Amy asked worried that she was meeting with some country bumpkin or ax murderer in the middle of the woods.
“I will tell Jack that you are coming. He's a very nice fellow. Kind of rough around the edges, but, well.... he is a stable boy...” she said giggling in a holier than thou tone.
“Um... well... thanks for letting me come. I will look around, walk the land a bit and call you tomorrow to discuss. How does 2:00 sound?” Amy said trying to juggle her phone while sitting in traffic.
“Yes, dear, that will be fine. I will speak to you then,” she said as she hung up the phone. Amy quickly typed the appointment into her smart phone and put her eyes back on the road. Luckily, traffic was heavy so she wasn't endangering anyone with her talking and typing.
A few minutes later, Amy was on a deserted road looking for the mailbox number for her appointment. Craning her head, she finally saw the red brick mailbox with black wrought iron numbers “1458”. She turned right onto the black tar driveway that seemed to stretch for miles.
The driveway was lined with beautiful Bradford Pear trees in full bloom. It was like stepping into another world away from the blazing hot sun and urban landscape. Beyond the trees, she could see a beautiful antebellum style white home with a large rocking chair front porch. Out front was a stunning, round drive with a large statue and waterfall in the center. It seemed so out of place in front of the old, restored Southern home. She wasn't surprised given the pretentiousness of Camille Tarton.
Amy parked her convertible at the bottom of the front steps, grabbed her briefcase and headed for the door. She walked up the granite stairs leading to an enormously tall wooden door. She felt like she was about to enter a castle as she used the black wrought iron knocker to alert Jack that she was there. She waited for a few moments before noticing an electronic intercom panel to the right of the door. She pressed the button and waited for an answer, but nothing happened.
A few minutes passed before Amy realized that Jack wasn't inside. Well, he is a stable boy , she thought to herself. She walked back down the stairs and made her way around the right side of the house where the pastures were. Thankfully, she had worn her less expensive cowboy boots.
Over the pasture, she saw a gorgeous red barn that had all of the amenities that any horse would ever want. It looked picture perfect as
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