On the Wednesday after Labor Day, Jennifer met him at the door. "I
found it, today!"
"Hi, Scrumptious, how's Ms. Perfect?" He held Emma high. "That good,
huh? Found what?"
"A house!" Jennifer said. "It's just right. I'm sure you'll like it."
"Oh, yeah? Where?"
"North Yarmouth, about two miles from Gillespie's. It's on a dirt
road--off Route 9."
"I like Gillespie's," Oliver said. They sometimes drove out there to
buy vegetables and eat donuts at outside tables that overlooked the
Royal River.
"It's a real Maine house with an ell and an attached barn, not too big,
perfect for a garage and tools and stuff. We could get a doggie for
Emma."
"How much?"
"They're asking one-twenty. The house needs painting. There isn't much
land with it--four acres."
"Four acres is a lot," Oliver said. "I mean, not in the middle of
Kansas, but . . ."
"It's about half field and half woods," Jennifer said.
"I guess we ought to go look."
"Let's go!"
"Now?'
"Of course, now. If we want it, we have to make an offer fast. It just
came on the market. My friend Martha who works in real estate called me
this morning."
"O.K., let me get an ale.
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