This is my most recent story. I worked more on character development and tried to improve with less use of exposition. It's about 120,000 words, IIRC. Hope you can see some improvement. Again, the characters are dealing with the economic challenges I think could come upon us at any time.
TRANSITIONS
Chapter 1 Spring, 2014
The truck at the curb had a sign on the door that read Simmon's Lawn Care. A young man was loading a mower and other equipment as the realtor drove up with her prospective buyers. As they approached the house, she went into her spiel.
"Look at those flowers! The owners always kept the property perfectly groomed, and the inside is just as wonderful."
The well dressed couple followed her up the broad curved sidewalk to the front door, a brilliant red that contrasted beautifully with the timbered fieldstone home.
"It's the perfect time to buy," she went on. "Interest rates are as low as they have ever been and home prices are going up, but they are still very low. This home is a once in a lifetime opportunity. The couple need to sell it due to job opportunities so they might adjust the price for you. But even at this price, it won't last long. The property has over 3 acres, and includes the stream at the back."
At the end of a long tour showing the 4 bedrooms, 5 baths, high vaulted Great Room, and 3 car attached garage, the couple said they would like to make an offer, somewhat lower than the asking price. They sat at the mirror finished mahogany dining table to sign some papers and they were on their way. The realtor was estatic. She hadn't sold a house yet this year, and needed the commission.
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When the closing had been completed at the realtor's office, the sellers got into separate cars and drove away, each with a check in their pockets pursuant to an order of the divorce court. The woman, Sharon, in her sparkling new Volvo sedan turned south. The man, Robert Lee Evans, in his Lexus followed her on the interstate until she took the Jeffersonville exit. He continued on into Louisville straight to the dealership where he'd bought the car 8 months earlier. He left with a check for $22,000 and a well used Ford Focus from a neighboring used car lot, a paper temporary tag taped on the back.
He drove to the QUIK LUBE down the street and got an oil change and chassis lube, then drove back to Indiana. He was in no big hurry. He had a few days before he could get his things from the house and only a couple bank deposits to make, one to his ex-wife's account for the balance the court said he owed her--the reason for selling the Lexus--and another deposit in his new personal account for $12,280, the sum total of his wealth at that time.
At least it would soon be over, he thought. He thought it was time to decompress with a drink at his favorite watering hole, but decided against it. He didn't have anything in common with the crowd there now that he was out of a job. He drove on, back toward Corydon where he had rented a room for the next week at a motel. He had a restraining order against him that forbade him to enter the house again without a law enforcement officer to assure that he complied with the court mandated allocation of the home's contents. That was set for 3 days hence, and he was to remove all his possessions on that day, never to return.
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Just over a month ago, Robert had been the head of accounting for a major corporation in Louisville, with an income well into 6 digits. Corporate headquarters had determined that they would downsize to meet the current slow market conditions and did everything possible to cut costs. One useful move was to fire all the department heads and promote the next in line to those little thrones at a much lower salary. It assured loyalty of the newly promoted, put the fear of God and Corporate Offices into them, and cut each department's cost by half.
A week later, Sharon had filed the divorce papers with her father's lawyer. Robert didn't have a lawyer and the one he chose in haste did not fare very well for Robert's interests in divorce court. He lost about 80% of what they had in joint property. True, his wife had earned at least half the money in her position at the insurance company, but she spent most of it on herself and he had paid the bills, a fact lost on the judge.
Robert drove to the small liqour store just off the courthouse square in Corydon and bought a fifth of Johnny Walker Black Label and then went to the grocery at the edge of town for a small foam cooler and some ice. He planned to get thoroughly snockered tonight. An hour later at the motel watching Dancing With the Stars, he was well on the way to his goal.
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Sunlight from the window hurt his eyes as he woke the next morning with a booming headache and a bad case of cotton mouth. There wasn't even a bottle of aspirin in the medicine cabinet, only his razor and a can of shaving foam. Robert got a drink of water and immediately felt drunk again, but he knew that would pass. He shaved carefully and put on the work jeans and shirt, the only outfit besides his rumpled suit and dirty dress shirt he had there. He'd had the foresight to keep a few hundred in cash when he'd made the bank deposits, so he pocketted the money, his wallet, handkerchief, penknife and keys, stuck his gold plated pen in his shirt pocket and left.
He drove to the nearest place that he thought would offer orange juice and coffee, a Waffle Stop restaurant a few blocks away. He chose a table at the end farthest from the juke box, in case some idiot thought he had to have music with breakfast. But the breakfast crowd was gone. His Rolex said it was 9:35 AM. The waitress took his order, speaking a bit louder than his throbbing head liked, but she was prompt to bring it. He got half the OJ down without feeling too bad, and most of the cup of coffee. When the girl returned to refill his cup he decided he was hungry and ordered eggs and sausage. By 10:15, he was feeling halfway human and left her a tip after he paid his tab.
Next door was a Goodwill Store. On impulse, he walked over to it and idly looked over the clothing. He found 2 decent shirts and another pair of jeans that fit, grabbed a cheap Chinese made belt and paid a grand total of $12.88 for it all. His dress shoes looked very much out of keeping with his outfit, so he drove across the street to the Wal Mart and bought a pair of sneakers and 6 each of underwear, t-shirts and socks. On the way to check out he picked up some Tylenol in the pharmacy section then got a local newspaper.
Thankful that the little Ford got good fuel economy, he filled the tank and went back to his room. He looked for some place to rent, but they all cost more than he thought he could afford with no income. The TV news at noon was dull and told him nothing he didn't already know. His normally well ordered thinking was shot to hell. He tried to concentrate on what he had to do next and made some notes with the pad of paper in the motel room. Keeping that handy in a pocket, he drove to a storage rental business across the highway and rented a single car garage size space for a month. Hungry again, he realized he hadn't eaten much of anything yesterday, so he went back to the Waffle Stop for lunch.
The waitress recognized him. He looked a lot better now than he had this morning she thought, handsome, even. She asked what he wanted to drink?
"I'll have some your good coffee," he said, and managed a brief smile. She was a petite brunette, probably a few years years younger than him, and more cheerful than he felt.
She came back with the coffee and asked if he was ready to order?
"Yes, I'll have the steak plate."
"What kind of dressing on your salad?"
"Thousand Island would be good," not knowing what was available. He hadn't ever been in one of these restaurants before. But he was used to making it up as he went along. That had been part of his climb up the professional and social ladder. He thought bitterly that it should work the other direction as well.
The steak smelled wonderful on the griddle. His mouth was watering when she brought it.
"Need anything else?"
"Not now, thanks." He ate slowly, savoring the steak even though it was not quite what he had been used to for many years. I guess I was really hungry, he thought. As the girl refilled his coffee, he had a thought.
"I'm sort of new here. Do you know where I could find a reasonable place to rent? I'm on a budget."
"You mean an apartment? There's the place down the street. I think they have some openings."
"Those are nice, but I'm looking for something as cheap as I can find."
"There's the trailer park where I live, over on old highway 64. They have one empty. Had to kick the guy out because he hadn't paid his rent."
"You have any idea what it would cost?"
"About $295 a month, but you pay for the lights and gas. It's furnished, though."
"I can do that. How do I find it?"
She gave him directions and the owner's name. "Tell him Erin told you about it. Maybe I'll get a break on my rent."
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Chapter 2
He gave the man a $300 damage deposit and another $100 for the electric company deposit. He would have to go downtown to the gas company to sign up there. He did and was moved in that evening. The electric company truck had just left after putting the fuses back in his meter. He saw Erin drive in a few minutes later. She recognized his car and knocked on his door.
"Hi neighbor! I'm right next door. Glad you found the place."
"I appreciate the tip on finding it. I'd ask you in for coffee, but I don't have anything at all."
"Come over to my place. I'll put some coffee on."
While Mr. Coffee gurgled and dribbled in the background, they sat at her table to wait.
He said, "I am recently divorced and things aren't quite settled yet, so I don't have a thing but my clothes. I'll go back to the house and get my stuff this week, though."
"Oh, wow. That's a bummer. I remember my divorce like a bad dream. It's a real downer. Don't let yourself get depressed. Find something to do and get busy is the best. Lucky I had a girlfriend who got me going again."
"I'm still in shock. A month ago I was the head of accounting at a big company and had a fine home and a beautiful wife. I got downsized out of my job, and she filed for divorce. We sold the house yesterday and the divorce will be final as soon as the money is all settled."
"Oh, that sucks. I had to find a place real quick, too. I had no place to go when I left him and I had to live with Cindy for three months before I could afford a place."
The coffee machine quit dribbling so she got up to fill their cups. When she turned back to the table he was rubbing his eyes. She poured with no comment except, "Just sugar, right? It's in the bowl there."
She got a couple spoons and sat back down.
Robert said, "There's a restraining order against me to keep me out of the house. She told them I would probably steal her stuff. I have to get the Sheriff to go with me to get my stuff so he can check it off the list and make sure it isn't hers. That happens day after tomorrow. I have to get a trailer hitch put on this car so I can pull my utility trailer back with my stuff on it."
Erin perked up a little and said, "There's a place on out the highway here that does that. I hear he's supposed to be all right. It's the auto repair shop just past the John Deere place."
"I can probably find that. I hate to have to call my Dad for help. I'm just not ready to tell him about this yet. Oh crap! I'll have to call him. I can't haul the lawn mower on that trailer, it's too big. I'll have to get him to come get it. I hope he can come tomorrow. I don't have anywhere to put it. It's one thing worth some money I have left."
"How big is this mower?"
"It's a small tractor, a Kubota. We had a 3 acre lawn."
"Three acres?! Where did you live?"
"In Forest View Estates, up close to Georgetown.'
"Ew! That's the high rent district."
"Yeah. We were doing all right for a while. I've got nothing now."
"That has to be tough. I thought I lost a lot, but that is outrageous."
"At least we didn't have any kids. That would have made me crazy. Stuff I can get again if I think I need it. But I worked pretty hard for what we had. I paid for it all and she got most of it because she made a little more money than I did. The hell of it is, she spent all her money on herself. Clothes and jewelry, facelift, Botox, dental work, spas, all five courses and desert for her. She didn't want any kids, because she was afraid it would spoil her looks. She actually said that."
"Honey, I hate to tell you this, but you didn't lose much when you lost her."
"You're probably right. I'd better go see if I can make a bed over there. No. Crap. There's no bedclothes. I'll run back to the Goodwill and see what they have."
"Go to the Salvation Army down by the bridge, They're cheaper and they've got more of that kinda thing. It's right on this old highway. Just drive down the hill and it's on the right just before the bridge."
"Got it. I better run before they close. Thanks for everything!"
'You're welcome. You take care of yourself."
When he had gone, Erin thought she wanted to get to know this guy a lot better. He was nice and he was a looker, for sure. Then she remembered what her Mom used to say, "If it sounds too good to be true, it probably is." Erin decided she would wait and see how things went. She'd been fooled before.
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"Hello?"
"Dad. This is Robert. I have a problem."
"What's goin' on? Are you all right?"
"Yeah, I'm okay. But Sharon and I got divorced."
"That's a bad deal. I hope you're going to make it through this okay."
"'Oh, I will somehow. It's just that I have to pick up all my stuff from the house tomorrow, and I can't haul the Kubota. I've got no place to keep it either. Could you come get it and take it to your place?"
"Hey, I'm retired. I can do what I damn please! Don't you worry about it. I'll bring my trailer down and get it."
"I'd sure appreciate it Dad. Otherwise I'd have to drive it somewhere."
"Does it have to be tomorrow?"
"Yes, it's a court order. The Sheriff has to be there to make sure I don't take any of HER stuff!"
"That's bull! You wouldn't take anything that wasn't yours!"
"She just did that for spite. She knows better. Or maybe she doesn't. I don't know how her mind works now."
"Okay. What time?"
"The Sheriff is supposed to meet me there at 9:00 in the morning. I've got my small trailer to get out of the garage and then I have to load it, but the Sheriff will want to hurry and get back to his donuts and coffee. We'd better plan to be out of there pretty fast."
"I'll be there. You need more people to help?"
"No, the rest is all little stuff. I can get it myself."
"Okay. Call me if anything changes."
"Will do. Thanks a lot Dad. I owe you."
"You don't owe me nothin'. See you in the morning."
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Chapter 3
The tractor was firmly lashed down with ratchet straps and ready to go. Robert and his father carried out the last of the items from the garage under the bored gaze of the Sheriff's deputy. His toolbox was the last thing after a number of plastic cases. Robert lowered the tailgate ramp of the little trailer. It took both of them to push the heavy toolbox up the ramp. His Dad said, "This thing must be full of bricks. It's heavy!"
Robert gave him a look and the older man shut up. When the top tool chests were carried out, they tied it down with straps on the small trailer and packed camping gear and boxes of clothing around it and the lawn and garden tools. They spread a cheap blue tarp over it all and tied it down with bungee cords.
"That's it, I guess. I'll be over to see you soon Dad. Maybe Sunday afternoon. I'll call you."
"That's fine. I better get on the road."
Robert told the deputy he was finished. He nodded and replied, "Yeah, that's everything on the list. I'll lock it up and you can go. Thanks for not being a problem about this. I had one guy who tried to sneak out all kinds of things that wasn't his. This went smooth. Sign here saying that you got everything on the list and that's it."
Robert signed the paper on the clipboard, then smiled at him and shook his hand. "Thank you sir. I'll be going."
He was halfway to Corydon when he let out a sigh of relief after the deputy passed him. He well under the speed limit with the heavily loaded trailer and began to relax. He'd been terrified that the deputy would ask him to open and look through the plastic cases and the toolbox, but he didn't. Laziness was a virtue sometimes.
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Robert waited until after dark to unload the toolbox. It was too heavy to move safely by himself loaded, so he'd gotten some cardboard boxes at the grocery dumpster and emptied the drawers into them. He carried them into the house trailer one at a time and spent some time putting things away in the smaller bedroom. Erin had been working the evening shift, so she wasn't there to see what he was doing. He noticed when she drove in after 11:00 that night. The whole load was inside by then. The trailer was unhitched and padlocked with it's chain to a utility pole. They had been known to run away in places like this trailer park.
The next morning, he spent some time getting his good clothes hung up to get some wrinkles out of them. The rest he stuffed wherever there was room. It was a fairly small 2 bedroom trailer, but there was enough storage space. Still, the living room floor was stacked with boxes and the car was still full. He made a couple trips to the storage unit with extra things to stow away. It was less than a mile from the trailer park.
He trusted the locked storage unit more than the mobile home door locks. They showed evidence of being jimmied before, and two of those plastic cases from the garage held Charles Daly shotguns that were worth more than that deputy would likely make this year. They were both Empire grade, heavily engraved pre-war guns, one a 12 gauge and the other a 20 gauge. They had a lot of gold inlay and had last been appraised at over $14,000 each due to their rarity and near perfect condition.
He still could not believe the guy had not looked in the cases. But they intentionally looked like the rest of the packed camping gear, and he'd made a show of looking in the ones that had his tent and camp gear. It had worked, but he'd been sweating bullets the whole time. Sharon had no idea what his guns were worth or even how many he had, and in fact she had only seen the shotgun and the .22 he used for hunting. Had she known, she'd have done her best to get them away from him.
The tool box had a lot in it besides tools. There was a small plastic tube in the bottom drawer wrapped in shop towels. The tube contained 18 gold Krugerrands. That's where his Christmas bonuses had gone for the past 7 years. Since he began buying them the price had gone up a lot then down again, but overall he was still ahead on the investment. Robert expected the price of gold to go higher again and he wasn't in any hurry to sell them.
The bottom drawer was full of ammunition for several of his guns, and the bottom section with the drop door had the reloading press, dies, and a store of components. The powder was in one pound cans stashed in the various camping gear. He had never used any of those things, but had bought them with the guns since it seemed like the logical thing to do. Sharon had never gone camping in her life and had no interest in the accoutrements thereof. Robert remembered that he'd never got to do as much of it as he would have liked, just a few hunting and fishing trips.
They had always had separate bank accounts so she'd had no idea how much money he made until it came out in court. She was furious then because she instantly knew he'd held back a lot of it. Robert had felt a bit guilty at first for that sort of thing, but as the years went by, he saw that she would spend all he'd give her and more. He'd started by just putting some cash back, then decided it would be better if he invested it somehow, thus the guns and silver. He wished now that he'd done more of that. No. He wished he'd never married her. He was beginning to wish he'd done a lot of things differently.
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Chapter 4
On the way to his parents' on Sunday, Robert thought back about how badly he'd wanted to escape the small town as a kid. Actually, they had lived on a small farm a quarter mile outside of Greenville. He'd attended the small elementary school there with kids much like himself, not wealthy, but not poor either. Upon starting at the big consolidated high school he met a lot of upper middle class kids from the city suburbs who had made fun of the 'hicks' from the countryside. They had more money to spend and when they were old enough they got nice cars to drive. They made it clear that he didn't belong with their crowd.
Bitter about that, he vowed he would have money one day and began planning for it. His family could not afford for him to go to college, so he worked at whatever menial jobs he could get and paid his way through a 2 year accounting program. His first real job was for an accounting firm in New Albany, then he soon found a better one at the hospital there. He read the employment ads in the Sunday paper religiously and tried to have at least a couple good job interviews a year. He learned how to conduct himself in an interivew, being quick to read people's reactions. The position in Louisville came from an acquaintance who knew someone there. Robert had immediately taken his latest refined resume' to their human resources department and had an interview within days. He was offered and accepted an entry level accounting position a few days later, after negotiating the best salary he could.
His ambition had left little time for a social life. He spent nights taking management courses at the university extension campus, turning that into a degree by the time he was 24. A title change promotion followed and 5 years later when the department head retired, he was promoted to be department manager. He was 31 when he was made Chief Financial Officer for the facility making more money than he had ever dreamed he could.
The next year he'd met Sharon when she pitched an insurance plan to his company. She had wined and dined him a couple times during the course of business, then he'd asked her out privately. Sharon was a beautiful woman and had the social graces he had learned the hard way. A romance developed and they were married a year later. He'd reached a milestone in his own mind with his new trophy wife. It took a couple years to understand that she had the same thing in mind. He was presentable in her world of ambition where she put him through social occasions designed to increase her status.
Being on the receiving end of that didn't sit well with him, but he understood that what was good for her could be good for him, also. He assisted her program that kept her climbing the corporate ladder. He realized later that she was undoubtedly using all her considerable assets to get the promotions that followed. He resented that she was sleeping with some old geezers at the insurance company, but he didn't mention it, because they had just bought the McMansion in the Georgetown suburbs, the right place to live for their social status. Robert remembered how he'd told himself when they moved in that he had finally arrived. He even had the satisfaction of meeting two of his old classmates who lived in the same subdivision in somewhat lesser homes than his. He'd made sure they recognized him then he ignored them as he felt they deserved.
Reliving all that wouldn't change anything he realized. With some effort he got his mind back on matters at hand. The traffic was heavy on the state highway. It was a relief to turn off onto the county road and drive slowly the last quarter mile to his parents' small farm.
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"Come in, son. Mary Ann has a fine meal waiting on us."
"Hi Dad. Good to see you. Thanks again for helping with the tractor. I was up against a wall."
"Anytime."
"Mom! Something smells good in here."
"It's just some fried chicken. How are you Robert?"
"I'm fine."
"Don't lie to your mother, Robert Lee Evans! Your eyes are dark and you look skinny."
"Yeah, I haven't got much rest lately."
"Well don't lose any sleep over that woman. Any woman who would leave at the first rough spot isn't worth worrying over."
"You're right about that. I haven't had time to think about it much. Today is the first day I didn't have to be somewhere or do something."
His mother said, "You found a place to live in Corydon? You could stay here you know."
"I found a cheap place to rent until I get a job. It's a mobile home and just right for one person."
Robert dug into the mashed potatoes and gravy, then helped himself to a chicken thigh. Conversation stopped as they all ate for a while, then Robert began to explain.
"She took me pretty good in the divorce. She had a better lawyer and got most of everything, so I don't have much left. We were in debt pretty far on the house and my car, so I didn't come out with a lot of cash, but there is enough. I'm fine for now, and Sharon knew almost nothing about the value of my things. I'll be okay for money."
His Dad said, "Jobs are hard to come by these days. Have you started looking yet?"
"No. I have to update my resume' and I just got my computer home. I still have my old printer, so I can get something put together this week."
"Bill, now don't you pester him about that. He's got enough on his mind. Let's talk about something else. I made a peach pie for desert. I'll go get it."
The pie was delicious. Robert was very full after the meal. He loosened his belt a notch, something he had probably not done since he left home. It was a peaceful place, and he was almost feeling drowsy. He refilled his coffee cup and sat back down at the table.
His Dad said, "I put your little tractor in the barn. We only have 6 calves out there now so there is plenty of room. It can stay here as long as you want."
"Thanks Dad. I'll probably buy another place when I get settled down. There are some other things I have to take care of right now, filing for unemployment and getting a license on that car. It still has the paper tag on it. And Sharon took all the kitchen things, so I need to buy some so I can cook."
"Don't go buying anything," his mother said. "I've got all that stuff we inherited from our parents in the upstairs and you just as well use that. We'll go look through it after while and see what you want. We'll fix you right up."
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Robert left with the car packed tight with extra blankets, sheets, pillows and all the kitchenwares he could possibly need. He was carrying things inside when Erin drove up that evening.
"I can invite you over for coffee now," he said. "I went to Mom's for dinner today and she loaded me up."
Erin looked at the pile of things on the floor in the trailer. "Want some help putting that all away?"
He hesitated, thinking, then he said, "Yeah, that would be good. I'll get this bundle and we can go in."
Erin went to work with practiced efficiency in the kitchen. A cast iron skillet and drip coffee maker went on the stove, pots and pans went under the sink in a neat stack, and the dishes and glassware went overhead above the sink. Robert had just gotten the blankets refolded when she finished and said, "I can help with that."
They refolded sheets and pillow cases, blankets and a quilt. He moved to the bedroom to put them away and she asked, "Aren't you going to make the bed?"
"Uh, yeah. Let me get this stuff off of it."
Erin helped straighten sheets and spread the quilt on top. It looked more like someone lived here, he thought. Robert couldn't help but notice Erin's figure as she put finishing touches on the bedmaking and she caught his eye at it, but said, "I put water on to heat for coffee."
Robert said, "It's in the car. I stopped and got some." He ducked out the back door from the bedroom and came back in with two sacks of groceries.
He found the cold items and began to fill the refrigerator while she opened the can of coffee and measured it into the pot, then added the boiling water. They had the mess put away by the time the coffee had finished.
"Dammit, I forgot dishrags and towels."
"Somebody thought of it, 'cause I found them and put them in the drawer there."
"Ah! Mom to the rescue," he said.
He dampened a dishcloth and wiped off the table while she found cups and spoons. He filled the cups and dug in the last bag for a sack of sugar. Erin had the sugar bowl and cream pitcher on the table, so he filled them and sat down to drink and rest.
"We work pretty good together," He said.
"You do all right in the house for a man. But can you cook?"
"I can operate a skillet and a coffee pot, maybe heat a can of beans. I'm no chef, that's for sure. I'm pretty mean on a grille, though."
She smiled at him over her cup and said, "You'll have to prove that to me sometime."
Robert decided that her smile was very attractive. Maybe it had something to do with her personality, he thought. He smiled back and said, "You're on! How about tomorrow night? I'll get some steaks. I don't have the fancy gas grille anymore, so the Hibachi will have to do."
"I'll bring a salad, okay? I get off at 6:00 tomorrow."
He smiled and said, "It's a date."
Erin liked the sound of that. But as she walked to her place she remembered what she'd heard about men on the rebound from a divorce. She'd better take this slow.
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Chapter 6
Robert looked out the kitchen window admiring Erin's wiggle as she walked to her front door. It seemed so natural, not the carefully studied and slightly exaggerated movements of his ex-wife. Erin seemed to be a what-you-see-is-what-you-get sort of girl. He hadn't picked up on her playing any sort of games at all. That was so refreshing, after years of his chess match marriage.
She was intelligent, too, in a street smart kind of way. He didn't know her well enough to estimate her education, but it was probably high school. He'd learned that she was the shift manager at the restaurant, although that didn't mean a whole lot. She could only be scraping by on her earnings there. He had seen a relatively new laptop computer in her trailer, so she must know something about them. He was curious about how she afforded the computer with what had to be minimal income. Her Toyota was as old as his car, but it looked very good. Robert was used to evaluating people, but she was hard to figure out.
He got back to updating his resume'. When he was satisfied with his resume' for a professional accounting position, he saved it as a document and went to work on it again, tailoring it to suit a lower level accountant job. He saved that and printed a few copies of each. The laserjet printer cartridge lasted for thousands of pages, but he needed printer paper, and soon.
One advantage of this trailer park was internet service, and it was pretty fast wireless for $40 a month, not bad he thought. The evening was consumed using the net to research local businesses and not so local ones that could possibly use his services. During college he had done some contract type work so he didn't rule that out, but he was seeking a full time position so he shotgunned the area with his search. By 11:00 that night, he printed out a list of 84 prospects, most of them not very promising, but you had to try. His resume' included a recent professional photo of himself in one corner. All his data was on one page, knowing that improved the chances of someone reading it before it hit their circular file. Tomorrow he would make a trip to the Post Office. He had phone numbers for each prospect on the list and planned a follow up call for each after a few days.
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After a breakfast of cold cereal and milk, he took 3 suits to the dry cleaners, bought envelopes and stuffed them, then stuck on the labels he'd printed. He bought stamps and mailed them all. He would keep his cell phone charged and turned on during business hours until he had a job. Now he could relax some, so he went to Wal Mart and bought printer paper, steaks, and baking potatoes, charcoal, starter fluid, and a roll of aluminum foil for tonight. The cart was getting full after he bought some canned food, teabags, 2 pounds of hamburger and a few fresh vegetables. No sooner than he put those purchases in the car, he went back inside and bought multi-vitamins, antacid, some bandaids, and other things to fill his medicine cabinet. Starting a household from scratch was eating his cash faster then he expected. The next stop was his new bank to make a withdrawal.
His small fridge was pretty full after he packed away his purchases. The place was almost able to support life, he thought. He had the TV hooked up to a decrepit antenna on the roof, but it worked for 4 stations. The microwave in the trailer looked pretty rough, so he gave it a detailed cleaning until he thought it was safe to put food in there. He glanced at his watch and decided it was time to work on supper. He got out a can of green beans and panicked thinking he had forgotten to buy a can opener, but ratted through the utensil drawer and found an old one. God bless Mom, he thought.
The hibachi needed a serious cleaning. He had no brush, no steel wool pads, and no dish soap. He did have a little bar of hand soap he'd taken from the motel. One more trip to the Wal Mart and he hoped he was ready to go. The hibachi got cleaned and put out on the patio slab.
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Chapter 7
The charcoal was just getting started good when Erin's car pulled in. Robert came out with potatoes wrapped in foil and waved to her. He had the steaks seared on both sides when she came over with a bowl of salad.
"Hi! That smells good!"
"Yeah, it's making me hungry," he said and realized he hadn't stopped for lunch. Erin disappeared inside with the bowl. He heard dishes rattling and then she appeared again. She walked straight to her trailer and came back with a pair of plastic lawn chairs.
"I'm tired. It was hectic this afternoon. We have a new girl at work. Just before I left she forgot to put the coffee server under the machine when she started a new batch. Coffee went all over the cook top, under the waffle irons, under the tea machine, over the side and on the floor. I stayed until she calmed down and got it cleaned up."
"Rest a while. My turn to cook."
"You got it together pretty fast here. It takes most people a week to get to where they can cook after they move in."
"You and my Mom saved my butt. And a couple more trips to Wal Mart."
Erin laughed. "Just a couple? I ran a shuttle there for a few days after I moved in."
"These are almost ready, Could you get some plates? I don't have a table and I didn't want them on the floor."
"Yup," and she went to fetch them.
He stabbed the potatoes with a fork and pronounced them done. She held plates while he dished up potatoes and steaks. Inside, he found she had set the table with silverware and had poured the iced tea he'd made. She said, "I hope you like blue cheese dressing. That's what I found today at work."
"I love it. Didn't know they had it there."
"It's not too popular so it goes out of date and they toss it. I catch it, and whatever else they throw out. Fringe benefit," she said between mouthfuls. "Oh, this is so good."
"Wal Mart's finest."
"Most guys try to seduce women with booze, but I don't like to drink. A good steak hits my weak spot."
"I was just trying to get better acquainted."
"I didn't mean it like it sounded. That would take more than a steak. Acquaintance I can do."
"Tell me about you."
"I'm 34, divorced, and working my butt off to stay alive. How about you?"
"I'm 39, divorced, and working my butt off to get a job. I mailed 84 resume's today."
"Sounds like too many people I know. Jobs are hard as hell to find."
"I'll get something, but it might take a while. There have been a lot of cutbacks in Louisville, so I tried to hit this whole area within 25 miles. I can drive that far."
They finished eating and began the clean up together. Erin found the dish soap and had the dishes clean and draining in minutes. Robert decided to let the charcoal burn off the grill so it would be easy to wash tomorrow. He picked up his charcoal and starter fluid and put it on the gravel under the trailer where some underpinning was missing. They sat down together on the couch to let the meal digest.
Erin said, "I should tell you the rest. I was married for 4 years to a guy who fell into a bottle. I tried for a while to sober him up, but I gave up. I got tired of lame excuses and I told him to go to hell. I'd had a good job at the battery plant, but I got laid off not long after we got married. He drove a truck for the concrete place, but he'd be laid off most of the winter and lay around drunk. I don't know why I married him in the first place. I suppose because he was good to me when he was sober."
Her voice trailed off. Robert let the silence alone for a minute, then he said, "I started off trying to be successful. I worked like a dog and was finally making real money when I met Sharon. She was ambitious like me and working her way up in the insurance company. I don't think we ever loved each other. It was more like company politics at work. Maybe we both got what we deserved."
They sat without speaking for a minute, then he said, "You know, we're not supposed to talk about our ex on the first date."
"I know. But I started it. It's part of our life. Part of who we are."
"Yeah. But I'm beginning to think I don't want to be that guy any more."
"You're an okay guy. Don't knock yourself."
"Maybe I'm different now. Hell, I KNOW I'm different. You wouldn't have liked me the way I was."
She looked a question at him.
"I was--I don't know, just after money. I thought that's what it took to be somebody. Maybe that's so, but it's not worth what it takes to get it. I know that much now."
"Gotta have money to get along. How well I know."
"If it doesn't eat you alive. Y'know, we never TALKED like this. We just did our thing and made money and spent it and tried to look like we were happy. God, it was awful. We had that big house and big lot and all I got done was mow grass or plow snow off that long driveway."
"It seems like all I do is work and try to keep ahead of the bills. I hate being poor."
"I did too. I was poor as a kid. My parents did all right. We weren't really poor, but I felt poor when the rich kids at school rubbed my nose in it. I got 'em back, though. Two of them anyway. They lived in the cheap end of our subdivision, and I got to snub them when I saw them there. It wasn't worth it."
He sat with his head down, looking at his shoes. Erin noticed that he had a hard set to his jaw that said a lot.
"You can't get anywhere beating yourself up about it."
"Yeah. I guess not. I'm just mad at myself for falling for that life. And I'm mad at her for taking what was mine. What I worked for."
"You've got enough to get started again. That's all it takes."
"I guess I know that, but I don't feel it. Not yet. Maybe someday."
"You know about the grieving process? The stages and all that?"
"I think I heard that somewhere. But I'm not grieving for her. She was a cold, conniving b!tch. Nothing lost there. I was too, come to think of it."
"Don't get all depressed about it. Think about what can be good from here on."
"I'm not ready to think about that yet."
"Grief takes a while. It's not her. It's your whole life you lost. Sounds to me like it wasn't that great, though."
"No. It wasn't."
After a few minutes, each of them busy with their own thoughts, Erin said, "What are you going to do tomorrow?"
"I don't know. I hadn't thought about it. I was just looking forward to this evening."
"I'm off tomorrow. Maybe we could do something together. I've got some packages to ship, but that's all."
"Packages?"
"Yeah. I sell jewelry on eBay. It helps pay the bills. It's cheap stuff, but it looks good." She laughed and said, " Kinda like me, I guess."
"Don't call yourself cheap. You're a fine person."
"Not that way. I mean I'm a cheapskate. I can pinch a penny hard enough to make Lincoln cry."
"I bet that's right."
Robert glanced at his Rolex watch and noticed how silly it looked in his surroundings now. He asked, "What would you like to do tomorrow?"
"I don't know. I know what I want to do tonight."
He looked sharply at her, wondering what she meant. Erin took his hand and kissed him lightly on the lips, then backed away to see his face. She decided she was right and kissed him again, more thoroughly.
With a slightly husky voice, she said, "You desperately need to get laid."
Robert realized she was right. His look told her all she needed to know.
Then she said, "Me too." She saw his worried look and, ever practical, said, "Don't worry about it. I take the pill to regulate my period."
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Robert woke up late and felt her hand on his arm. Erin was asleep beside him, her light brown hair sprawled all over the pillow. She woke up when he moved and stretched with a smile on her face.
He realized his mouth was hanging open and said, "You're gorgeous, do you know that? You're really sweet, too."
"That's the nicest thing anybody ever said to me."
"It's true."
She kissed him and said, "You ready for breakfast?"
"Not quite yet." He kissed her seriously.
Breakfast came later. They were half dressed as they ate eggs and leftover steak. He looked at her and asked, "Are you all right with us?"
Erin smiled and said, "It's a lot better than all right."
Robert said, "I don't think anyone ever made me feel this way. I may be in love with you."
Erin looked at him with a tear starting to form in her eye and said, "I hope it lasts, because I'm in love with you."
He kissed her across the table and said, "What are we doing today?"
She said, "I'll do the dishes and think about it."
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They discovered a mutual interest in old things and killed the afternoon looking around the local antique shops. She oohed and aahed about a China teapot with pink flowers on it, so he bought it for her. It cost less than $20, but Erin loved it. They went grocery shopping so he could fill in some little things in the kitchen, then went home to eat.
On the way back, he said, "You never told me anything about your parents."
"My parents are gone," she said, and clammed up.
Robert caught the edge in her voice and dropped the subject like a hot rock. He would wait for her to tell him when she was ready, but it made him curious.
"I have to go home tonight. I've got to catch up on my eBay stuff. I don't want to be late shipping something and get a bad review." Erin said.
"I guess I need to do some planning, too. It's been a helluva week and my head hasn't caught up yet."
She loaded the sink with dirty dishes and had them finished in record time. Robert grabbed a dish towel and tried to help.
Alone, Robert began to dispassionately analyze his situation the way he had always attacked any problem. He had done all he could think of toward a job for the present. He would need money so he took stock of his assets. He'd already decided that the Rolex would have to go. It was a poor time to sell gold, so he would hold that until the market was better. The Daly shotguns could go. He had seen a billboard somewhere about a gun show in Louisville coming up soon. He should check into that.
His tools he would keep and the rest of his guns, the 9mm Berreta, the Mossberg shotgun, a Ruger 10/22, and a Remington 700 BDL in .30-06 that he'd never got the chance to sight in the scope. It was for an elk hunting trip that never happened. His camping gear was of no great value, although it was good quality. He'd keep that. There was a collection of fishing gear he would keep, too. He had always loved the outdoors, but for the past 15 years there had been very few chances to spend time there. He wanted to change that.
He wasn't sure what to do with the tractor yet. It was in excellent condition, and although he had no use for it at this time, he might in the future, so he'd let that stay at his Dad's for now. It wasn't a big farm tractor. The Kubota B2320 came with a small front end loader and rear grader blade that he'd used to landscape the back of their lot. He had gotten the repoed machine as a package deal that also included the mower deck, a mounted rototiller, and a landscape rake. He'd paid $14,000 for it all and it only had 600 hours on it. All of that was at his Dad's now, so he was sure it would get used enough to make sure it was ready to run.
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The gun show was scheduled for Saturday, May 18th at the fairgrounds in Louisville, only 3 days away. He had plenty to do before then. First he found a jeweler in Louisille that dealt in Rolex watches and sold his GMTII for $8,700. It had cost almost $12,000, but he would take the loss since the watch had little real value to him now. He was amazed at how his priorities had changed in just a couple weeks. He stopped at Wal Mart on the way home and bought a Timex for $42 that did all the same things. It even looked similiar and he didn't have to carry a gun to keep someone from stealing it.
That brought his bank account to just over $20,000.
His phone rang Thursday morning. The caller introduced himself as Glenn Bartel, the owner of a local accounting office.
"Hello Mr. Bartel. How can I help you?"
"I received your resume' and I'd like to talk to you about work. Could you come in today?"
"What time would be convenient?"
"After lunch, at 1:30, if you can make that."
"That would be fine. And your office I believe is located on north Main Street?"
"That's right, 1207 North Main."
"I'll be there. I look forward to meeting you."
It was a older medium sized home converted to office use with a simple sign in front. Glenn asked if he would consider working part time, or as a contract employee?
"I've done that in the past. Whatever is best for you."
"I'd like to stay away from payroll paperwork and expense, so if contracting is suitable, we can talk money."
They reached an agreement that Robert would provide all his own equipment, primarily a computer and printer to meet the requirements of a contract employee. Bartel would provide all the tax reference information and would retain the files he processed. They agreed to $24 per billable hour, payable weekly. He may not get more than 20 hours per week, but Bartel had to file quarterly taxes for some local businesses and he had a backlog of personal tax work already on time extension.
They shook hands on the deal after Bartel directed him to a local computer store. It would take a couple days to get his equipment and install the needed software, so he would begin work the following Monday.
It wasn't close to what Robert had been earning, but it was physically close, only a mile from where he lived. Most importantly, it was money to live on until he could either find something better, or start an office of his own. That could be really tough in a small town, so he was content for now. Robert went directly to the computer store, also in a converted residence, and ordered what he needed. They would have it assembled and software installed ready for pickup by the end of the next day, Friday.
On the way home Robert picked up 2 plastic cases from his storage unit to make ready for the gun sale. The custom fitted wood cases were inside, wrapped in flannel and in pristine condition. That evening he gave the Charles Daly shotguns the full treament of cleaning and light oiling, careful to wipe away any excess. He had photographs of the guns he would carry into the show, and only take in the guns themselves when he found a serious buyer.
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Saturday morning he fixed breakfast and was on the road by 8:00 AM. He paid his way into the gun show soon after it opened and planned to spend the day if necessary. The tables were packed full, as when he'd attended these before and there was a big crowd fllling the aisles. Robert spotted the displays of antique guns and approached each booth in turn, leaving a pair of color copies of his photographs. There was a description of the guns and contact information on each one. He had worn a bright red shirt and a white western hat in order to be easy to pick out of the crowd, many others being decked out in camoflage.
Tired from walking around, he went to the lunch counter early to beat some of the crowd and bought a soft drink and a bratwurst. An older man approached him as he munched on his food, introduced himself and asked if he was the one with the Daly shotguns?
"Yes. I have two, a 12 gauge and a 20 gauge. I assume you saw the photos."
"I did. I'd like to see the guns if you have them with you."
"I have them in the car, but here are better photos."
The older man studied the glossy 8 by 10's carefully while I finished my food. He asked, "Have you got a price in mind?"
"What have prices been doing in the past year?"
"Generally, they are down about 2% to 5% from a year ago."
"Okay. A year ago I had these appraised at $14,000 each by that collector group over there." I pointed to the collectors' organization booth. I took out a pocket calculator and punched the buttons then showed him the numbers. 95% of $14,000 is $13,300. I'll take $13,500 each, your choice."
"Are you ready to show them to me?"
"Let's go."
We got to my car and I showed him one case at a time. The guns were nearly identical except for gauge. He took a deep breath, let it out slowly and said, "I'll give you $25,000 for the pair."
"No. I will go to $26,000 for the pair, and that is all."
He looked at me utterly calm and said, "I suppose you want cash?"
I nodded.
"Would you want some gold as part or all of the price?"
"At what price for gold?"
"One ounce Canadian Maple Leafs at $1,340 each."
"I'll take 20 of them for the pair."
"You drive a hard bargain."
"Take it or leave it. The guns will appreciate, as I'm sure you know."
"Done. Shall we do it here?"
"I saw a gold booth inside. I think he does purity testing. Would you mind?"
"Fine. Let's go do that."
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Robert concluded his business and drove away with the 20 ounces of gold. He stopped at a store and bought a roll of duct tape and some envelopes, then drove downtown to the coin dealer where he had done business in the past. The spot price of $1,340 an ounce was for what they called "paper gold", meaning futures contracts. Coins normally traded at a slight premium over that. He sold the coins for $27,400 in cash. He asked to use their rest room, where he distributed the fat packages of $100 bills in envelopes around his waist, duct taped in place. Downtown Louisville has been known to have some crime. Upon safely reaching his car, he drove home. Peeling the tape off was painful.
He parked the money in the storage unit for the moment, in a ziplock bag wrapped with a towel in his camping tent. He didn't trust either the mobile home or his car as safe places.
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Chapter 9
Cindy looked up from the grill she was cleaning and said, "Mornin' Erin. Hey! You look good today. Have a nice weekend with your pretty guy?"
Erin blushed and Cindy caught it. "Got it bad, huh?"
Erin was making 2 pots of coffee as she said, "He sold that watch he had. The Rolex. I think that's a good sign."
"Did he need money THAT bad?" Cindy was getting out sausage to thaw for the morning crowd.
"No, he got a job at some accounting place. It's not like that. He put the money in the bank. Then he bought a Timex. He was real happy about it, too."
"Huh. I'd be crying about losing a watch like that."
"I think he's over the status thing. He went and sold some collector guns had, too. Said they were an investment and it was time to sell out. He reads investment stuff on the net all the time."
"Sounds dull to me. I guess that's okay if you have a lot of money. Does he keep his head in that computer all the time?"
"We spend a lot of time just talking, if that's what you mean. He doesn't drink, either."
"You better hang on to this one. If you don't want him, I'd take him in a heartbeat. I don't mean that. He's your's, but I'm just sayin'."
"We better open up. It's time," Erin said.
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Robert kissed her hello and gave her a hug.
"Okay," Erin said.
"Okay what?" Robert gave her a blank look.
"Okay, I'll move in with you. You've been trying to talk me into it for how long now?"
"That's great! I'll help you get your stuff, just say when."
"How about we just do it a little at a time so it's not such a mess? My rent is paid till the end of the month."
"That makes sense. There's a bunch of things I should take to the storage unit anyway and that will make room."
She smiled and gave him a peck on the cheek. "What do you want for supper?"
He said, "Something cool. It's been hot today."
"BLT's okay?"
"That'd be good. I've got some boxes left under the trailer. If you're moving in, we don't need two sets of everything, so some of it could go to the storage unit."
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Erin sat at her computer posting more items on eBay. She'd sold quite a bit this week. The best part was, all the rest of her business fit in small boxes under the couch, except for the UPS box she'd just received with new stock. Her radio softly played the country station in the background. She hummed along as she worked.
"There! That's taken care of," she said and went to turn up the radio.
She looked over at Robert putting away groceries and said, "Dance with me!"
His face fell as he said, "I don't know how to dance."
"Com'ere. Anybody can two-step! I'll show you."
A Texas fiddler was getting busy with some number in 2/4 time as she showed him the basic steps, then did them herself in time to the music. They were almost in synch when that song ended. She kissed him and said, "Let's practice a little," as another tune began.
He was getting distracted by her rythymic movement, but he tried hard to keep in time to the music. After a couple more songs, a slow one followed. She pulled him close and they moved their feet in slow time. Her arm went around his waist and his settled on her back as the other hands kept time to the music along with their slow swaying. Robert was keeping up with her and managed to not step on her feet.
When that song ended, they went to a commercial and she pulled him closer then kissed him thoroughly. "You did good. That deserves a reward," she said as she unbuttoned his shirt.
Supper was late.
A week later she had him on the dance floor at the Country Jamboree doing passably well. "You have good rythym. If we come here often you'll be as good as the best of 'em."
"I listened to a country music as a kid, but not lately. It didn't fit with the crowd I hung out with. How'd you get interested in this?"
"It was what was on the radio when I was a kid at home. Seems to go with farm life."
"Where was the farm?"
"South, down by Laconia. Dad raised beef and hay, and a few pigs sometimes. We always had chickens. Went to South Central High School with Cindy, so we've known each other forever. I'm a country girl at heart."
"I'm beginning to like country girls better all the time."
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The park owner was disappointed when she told him she had moved in with Robert. He shrugged and said, "Thanks for giving me some notice. I'll get an ad in the paper to rent your place. You get your damage deposit back. The place looks a lot better now than when you moved in."
Erin took the check to her bank the next day and cashed it. Her balance was over $1,400 better after deposits from Paypal. She'd been working her business hard lately, and it was mounting up. Since she didn't have to pay rent, electric, and gas this month, it would grow a lot faster. She spent almost nothing on herself.
Robert had noticed that. He came into the kitchen one Saturday morning and said, "Yesterday was payday for me. Let's go shopping. I'll buy breakfast if you'll tell me where to go."
"I'd rather eat here. I get pretty tired of restaurants."
"Yeah, I bet you do. Okay, I'll make something." He lit the stove and began to cook.
She asked him, "Where do you want to go?"
"Up to you. I'm going to buy you some clothes. Whatever you want."
"I don't need any clothes. Well, maybe some underwear, but you don't have to be along to shop for that."
"That's why I want to come along. You need encouragement to buy stuff for yourself."
Erin knew he was right. She'd been frugal for so long she didn't have many clothes. She got by wearing her work uniforms most of the time. She agreed finally and said, "Let's go to the Goodwill."
They cleaned up the kitchen and drove off.
"I can easily afford new clothes, you know."
"Yeah, I know, but I just love to find a bargain. Humor me."
"Okay, we go to Goodwill first. Then we go to Clarksville and look, all right?"
"Mm'kay. That'll work."
Robert was amazed at what she bought at Goodwill for $38. The clothing was good quality and looked like new. She insisted on going home to put it all away before they went anywhere else.
"I need to look at what I have and see what's missing," she said.
They ate lunch at Sam's Tavern on the way to Clarksville. Erin knew Robert was trying to spoil her, so she tried hard to not look at the menu prices. She gave in and ordered a lobster tail. It was delicious.
When they got to the Mall in Clarksville he leaned over and kissed her, then said, "Leave your tight fisted little heart in the car and take this."
Erin looked at the money and looked up at him. "You're crazy."
"Yeah. I went nuts about you. I want you to feel as beautiful as I think you are. We're going to Victoria's Secret. Now be a good girl and don't come out with any money left over, okay? There's a lot more where that came from. I'll be in the bookstore over there when you're finished. Take your time."
Erin gulped at the prices, but made an effort to find things she really liked. She tried on a few things and began to really get into how she looked in some of it. She couldn't help it. She counted the money and added up prices in her head. There was still a lot of cash left, so she went back to the racks. Now that she knew what size to get in their things, she got busy trying on more. Her bag was stuffed when she came out. When she found Robert in the book store, she had a wicked gleam in her eyes.
He hurriedly checked out the gardening book in his hand and ushered her down the mall to the exit and said they weren't finished yet. They drove across the bridge to Louisville and he found his way out Shelbyville road to Macy's. It felt so much better to go here with her, he thought.
She looked at him and said, "What could I possibly need in there?"
He pulled another wad of cash out of his pocket and said, "I dunno, but you're here. Go spend this. Plan on going out somewhere nice."
"Like, where?"
"Like Derby Dinner Playhouse, and that country dance place you like. That'll do for starters."
Macy's had a range of prices, but Erin couldn't bring herself to spend so much. She found the sale rack and bought some things, then at his insistence went back to look at some more. She bent her practical bone getting the evening gown, but the little black dress with spaghetti straps would work for anything. The strappy black shoes were versatile and she got some good quality hosiery to match her complexion. She found a black jacket with sparkles would go with either dress for cooler nights. Somewhere in her boxes at home were zircon earrings and pendants that would look like a million dollars with these outfits and cost her about 8 bucks. She grinned at the thought.
Their next stop was Hollister's Western Wear, further out Shelbyville road. Erin came out of the dressing room there in a fringed fitted shirt and tight jeans decorated with rhinestones. Robert said she looked devastating in the outfit. He grabbed a white western hat from a display and plunked it on her head. It was big enough that it covered her eyes. She took it off and giggled then went looking for one that fit. It took longer to find the boots she liked.
Erin said, "If we don't go home now we'll have to rent my trailer again for more room."
"Have fun today?"
"Yes! It was hard at first. But then it got to be fun. Let's go home."
"Yes, m'lady."
That evening she tried on some of her new things to show him. He helped her change and told her the clothes were wonderful on her. He added that he thought she looked better without them. Later that evening she told him that shopping was great, but sometimes it was more fun to stay home.
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Chapter 10 June, 2013
"I'm going shopping for a house to buy. Would you like to go along?"
Erin looked at him and said, "Did you rob a bank, or hit the lottery?"
"I have a job and I sold some things. You know that."
"I have to work tonight and be there by 4 o'clock."
"That's fine. I'll buy lunch somewhere if you want."
Erin sighed, "That would be good. I'm tired of cooking."
They were at his bank by 9:30 AM, where he asked to see the Loan Officer.
"Can I help you?"
"Yes, I'm planning to do some investing. I'd like to see what you have in the way of foreclosed residential properties in a price range around $30,000."
They got shuttled to another office and another person, but soon were looking at homes in various states of repair. He inquired about a modest 3 bedroom home on a one acre lot. It appeared to be in a rural area.
"That is a fixer-upper. It has some damage and maintenance issues."
"Where is it located?"
"South of town about 6 miles."
"That's a little far out for us. Do you have something closer?"
"We have four in town, but they are priced higher. There is one on the north side of town near the Industrial Park that might interest you. It is a 2 bedroom, all masonry construction on 2 acres. It has a large garage and is priced at $32,900. It also has some repairs needed."
"We should look at that one. Do you have a picture of it?"
"Only the original real estate listing photo. It is several years old."
The small photo didn't show much. Mr. Schumer gave them the address and directions. He told them he would be there until 5:00 PM. Robert had noticed the price had been reduced a couple times on the listing he saw with the photo. The last price he saw was $39,000.
The house was old, probably built in the 1930's. It wasn't very pretty. There were weeds as tall as he was, the driveway gravel had been beaten into the dirt and with grass and weeds growing in the center ridge. The house was built of concrete blocks with old style steel framed windows. The front door was heavily weathered with peeling veneer. That matched the peeling white paint on the concrete blocks. Shingles were missing from the roof, and the sidewalk was cracked severely. There were basement windows, but they were dirty and it was too dark to see anything in there.
It took some jiggling to get the key to work in the front door. Some thin strips of veneer fell off it as they entered. The living room had oak flooring that badly needed to be refinished. Wallpaper had loose places. The attic was what you would expect, dusty and full of cobwebs, but there was no evidence of water damage. The rafters were rough cut and a full 2 inches thick with sawmill marks showing. Kitchen cabinets were painted white and the counter was covered with linoleum. The bathroom was intact, but the fixtures were very old. It was reasonably clean, except for some mouse droppings on the floor.
A steep stairway led to the basement. It smelled musty, but it was dry. Without any lights, it was hard to see much except for some piles of trash. Robert had an idea and began taking pictures with his phone.
The garage was a pole building big enough for maybe 6 cars worth of floor space. It had one rolling door that opened with some squeaking to show an uneven dirt floor. A smaller entrance door was wood and nailed shut. The enamelled steel siding was a faded beige color, but no rust was showing. A rabbit jumped and ran across the back yard, disappearing into the high weeds as they walked through the back yard, getting their clothes covered with burrs from last year's dry weeds.
Off to the left side of the lot was an abandoned rail siding that had once served a now defunct factory. The other side and the back end bordered a huge hay field.
Robert followed Erin back down the driveway to his car near the county road.
He asked her, "Have you ever done any roofing?"
"I helped Dad nail on shingles when I was a kid. We put metal on some farm buildings, too."
"Would you help me tackle this? I'd have to marry you first, of course."
Erin stopped dead in her tracks and stared at him. "That is the lousiest proposal I've ever heard!"
Robert smiled as he got down on one knee and asked her, "Will you marry me? If I promise to do the roofing?"
He pulled out a small black box from his pocket and offered it to her.
She opened it to find a small diamond engagement ring and she shed a couple tears.
"Hell yes I'll marry you! Well, if you take that diamond back where you got it. We can use the money better for other stuff. I have a nice $42 zircon in white gold that looks just like it. Okay?"
"If that's what you want, sure!"
She embraced him in the weed-infested driveway and held him tight for a long time.
It took all his negotiating skills, but they bought the place for $24,000 with no warranties and closed the deal. Showing Mr. Schumer his pictures of the property had helped a lot. That just about cleaned out what Robert had in the bank, but there was a still lot of cash sitting in his toolbox.
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Chapter 11 August, 2014
Before they closed on the property, Robert and Erin were married at the County Courthouse by the Clerk, with his boss and her friend Cindy from work joining them as witnesses. Now, 3 months later they were still deep into cleaning up the old house. It was only 2 miles from the trailer park, a trip they had made dozens of times. Robert had made a lot of trips to the landfill with his utility trailer. As soon as he had a pair of high security padlocks on the pole barn door, Robert had gone to his Dad's and helped load his tractor and implements.
The tractor made short work of mowing their new property and cleaning up the mass of trash around the place. The landscape rake dragged it into piles that they burnt after a good rain. He raked the piles together and burned them again. The old metal and glass went to the dump. Grass seeding followed.
A local roofing company who needed work gave them a good price to tear off the old house shingles and replace them with steel roofing. Robert had them replace the rain gutters as well, and direct the downspouts to the old cistern out back.
Athough the cistern held water, it needed a good cleaning. Robert bought a cheap trash pump at Harbor Freight and pumped it dry, then found someone to give it a scrubbing inside, pressure wash it, and put a fresh coat of hydraulic cement on the inside to seal it. That young man needed more work and asked about putting a concrete floor in the pole barn. They made a deal for cash and the next Friday he poured the floor. The tractor and all the equipment had to stay outside for a week until the concrete cured enough to bear the weight.
The kitchen had been stripped to the bare walls. Erin was very good at patchng the plaster, sanding it smooth, and repainting. It gave her immense satisfaction to know she was working on HER house while Robert attended to putting a new roof on the pumphouse. He bought a new pump and pressure tank at the farm store and decided he would figure out how to do the plumbing. He had the foresight to take pictures of the old setup before he tore it out, and it was fairly simple to copy what had been there, but it took a lot of trips to get the parts he forgot. The outdoor freezeless faucet was installed and the cold water run to a shutoff valve under the utility room floor, awaiting the delivery of a new water heater. Having the cellar under the house made it a lot easier to run the pipes.
A call to the nearby stone quarry got him two triaxle loads of crushed limestone on the driveway. That evening he used the rear blade on the little tractor to grade it level and begin to pack it down. It made the place look much nicer, he thought. There were small ditches just beginning to erode under the dripline of the barn roof, so he used the front end loader to move some stone and fill those. Looks like I need to get some gutters on this, he thought. He decided he should pipe the runoff to the cistern, or maybe add a bigger cistern. There were more pressing things to do, though.
"Mrs. Evans, we need to go look at kitchen cabinets," he told Erin one evening.
"I asked that boy that did the barn floor about that. He said to go to the flea market thing in Clarksville where the old K Mart used to be. They have cabinets there pretty cheap."
"I need to get the sink installed before I run water to the kitchen, and the same with the bathroom."
Erin said, "I'll be off work Sunday, so we can go then."
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They took the utility trailer and got to Clarksville early. Robert had measured the space and brought a tape with him. They settled on an oak kitchen cabinet set and barely had room in the trailer for a small white bathroom vanity and medicine cabinet. He took it slow on the way out of town, then it was a dull 30 minute drive on interstate.
Erin had a distant look on her face and finally spoke.
"My parents and my little brother died in a wreck," she said, "on the way to get her some new kitchen cabinets. I have been scared to death all day."
"I'll drive extra carefully," Robert said.
Erin was silent the rest of the way home.
When they got to the house. Erin leaned forward in the seat and cried. Robert held her as best he could in the car until she sat back again. He gave her a handkerchief. When she'd wiped her eyes, she said, "It's so good with us. I was so afraid today. I don't want it to end."
"I don't either," he told her.
"I was married to Joe when it happened, 14 years ago. Then Joe got to drinking and I couldn't take it anymore and I left him. I didn't have anywhere to go but Cindy's and I've been on my own ever since then."
"Try to remember the good parts," he said.
She nodded and blew her nose, then turned to him and kissed him softly. "Thank you."
"I should thank you for giving me a life again. "
She looked at him with a teary smile and said, "I love you!"
"I love you, too. We made it home safe, okay?"
She nodded and straightened her shoulders. "Let's unload that stuff. I want to see how it looks in the house."
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Erin was drying her face, getting ready to work the morning shift when Robert said, "You don't have to keep working, you know."
She took a deep breath and let out a sigh. "Yeah, I know. But I want to. I know it's not much of a job, but it has kept me alive for so long. I need to feel like I can take care of myself."
"Okay. I know how that feels. I just want you to know it's okay with me if you decide not to."
She kissed him and said, "I have to work so I can see how jealous Cindy is every day. If anything ever happened to me, she'd be on you like white on rice."
Robert said, "Make sure nothing happens to you. Cindy is okay, but I like you a lot better."
She grinned and said, "You'd better like me better. See ya tonight."
When she was out the door, Robert knotted his tie and put on the suit jacket. He finished his coffee and went out. The car radio gave the news as he pulled out on the highway.
"...Mexican and Nicarauguan oil wells are slowing production along with some Saudi wells driving the price of oil up by $14 today in heavy futures trading to $126 a barrel. Oil company spokesmen say this could translate into gasoline prices rising as high as $4.50 a gallon. In other news, the website for Obamacare is having startup issues..."
He turned the radio off and paid attention to traffic, thinking that rush hour is the same everywhere, too much traffic all at once, even in a small town. He had work to do today on the hospital account, the biggest customer of the small office.
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The electrician had put in 200 amp service at the barn and the house both, so they could add circuits if they wanted. He was laid off from a contractor in Louisville who had done both residential and industrial work. He had a pile of salvaged materials at home. This got Robert a completely wired house and barn for a rock bottom price. The barn now had a metal ceiling and sprayed-on foam insulation, so it was easy to heat with a portable kerosene heater. Robert thought he would like to have a real shop space.
The house was ready by mid-October and they began the move. There wasn't that much to do, except get the internet and phone service turned on. They already had the electrical power on and gas hooked up for the kitchen stove and the new furnace. Their cash was about gone and Erin had begun to worry about that until he showed her a plastic medicine bottle with 14 gold Kruggerands in it.
Robert told her, "The price of gold is down right now, at around $1,300 an ounce, but it is on the way up again. Even at that price, these are worth about $18,000. Since we won't have to pay rent now, That is $295 a month we won't be spending, and we will only have one electric and gas bill instead of two."
Erin breathed a sigh of relief. "I was beginning to think we couldn't afford to live here."
He said, "The new storm windows and attic insulation will make this place easier to heat than that old mobile home. We won't have a water bill, and our internet bill is the same at $40 a month. We should be able to live here enough cheaper to pay the property taxes, so it will come out about even. Numbers are my thing, and I've been all over it. Not to worry. We could live here on what you make alone."
"Okay, if we're not broke, I want a computer desk. Let's go to Goodwill."
"All right. I'd better take the trailer if we''re going to buy something that big."
For $12 she found a very good computer desk. She had them put a "SOLD" sticker on it with her name and said they would pick it up in an hour. They drove across the highway to Wal Mart and bought a good office chair for $60 on sale, then went back and got the desk.
The next day was Saturday. Erin had to work the morning shift, but Robert got their new refrigerator filled and the rest of the food and clothing moved. That night they got the last of their kitchen things and were officially living in the new house. Erin got Robert's damage deposit back from the trailer park on Monday, cashed the check and spent it all on canned goods and staple foods to fill her new cabinets.
Bedroom furniture had come from the Salvation Army thrift store for $40, but Robert insisted on a new mattress set from the manufacturer outlet in Jeffersonville. At $225 it was a bargain. The spare bedroom was made into their office. Two sets of adjustable wood shelving from Home Depot were screwed to the interior wall to organize her online sales business and provide a place for their printer and its' supplies. Erin used the chair mat she'd found at a yard sale at her workstation, and added a $4 battery powered clock to the wall. Robert was content with his laptop on the small table he had for it, with an old oak library chair. They were moved in.
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"We need a washing machine and a dryer," Robert said. "I hate laundromats. It's 2 hours wasted to go there."
"There's an appliance place downtown that sells used ones. I got my Crock Pot there, and the Mr. Coffee. He has everything, and it's cheap."
Robert said, "We can afford a new set."
"Right, but they cost a fortune and if we can get 3 or 4 years out of a $100 set, we're money ahead."
"I need to take that last trailer load of junk to the landfill tomorrow. They are open until noon on Saturday. We can go after I get back."
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Robert tossed the last of his rubbish over the bank into the landfill and watched the dozer man compact it and push it into the wall of trash to his right. He had folded his tarp and put away the bungee cords when he noticed the stack of old appliances off to the right. He asked the attendant if he could have something there?
"You can take it all. If nobody carries it off, I'll have to load it up and take it to the metal scrap yard."
Robert looked the appliances over carefully. There were 8 washer and dryer pairs all alike. He guessed that some apartment complex had replaced them all at once. They didn't look that bad. He took a chance and loaded 2 washers and 2 dryers. He thanked the attendant and got a wave as more loads came in for him to direct.
He backed his load up to the back porch and unloaded a pair. He walked them into the utility room and hooked them up. They both ran fine, but the dryer made a terrible racket. He slid it out of the cubbyhole and got a screwdriver. When he got the a small back panel off, the fan was exposed. From inside the fan, he removed plastic cowboys, a Hot Wheels car, and 48 cents in change. When he plugged it in again, it ran quiet as a mouse. He cleaned out the lint trap and hooked up the gas. It seemed to be working great, so he dampened a big towel and threw it in to dry.
The screens on the washer hoses were full of brown rusty crud, so he took those to the sink and scrubbed them clean. The washer ran through a cycle with no problem, so he loaded it with his dirty underwear, socks and some light colored dish rags and towels. It worked like a new one. He used some liquid cleaner and a scrubby sponge to give the outside of both appliances a bath. When Erin got home from work after lunch, she said, "I thought I was going with you to get those."
"You didn't go to the dump with me."
"You got those at the dump?"
"Sure did! And if something goes wrong with them, I have another pair like them out in the barn for parts."
The washer spin cycle ended and Robert took out the clean clothes. Erin looked at him with a silly grin and tossed them in the dryer. She found the right button and got it going. She was delighted and it showed.
"Okay. You might be worth keeping around," she told him. "You can stay for now. That kinda makes up for all the money you blew on my new clothes."
Erin kissed him properly and he said, "Let me get the dirt off of me and we can pursue this."
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Chapter 13 March 2014
"Dammit! Did you see this? A buck-forty nine for eggs! We don't live in a trailer park anymore, so I want some chickens," Erin said. Reluctantly she put the carton of eggs in the shopping cart.
"We don't have anywhere to keep them," Robert said, and knew instantly that was the wrong thing to say.
"I'll fix that," Erin said. "They can stay in that old tool shed by the garden. It just needs fixing up a little. It needs some windows for light. Don't you have some scrap lumber out there in the barn? Wait till I get home and see what I can find on Craigslist and Freecycle."
One day the next week after work, Erin was happy to announce that she would be on morning shift for at least a couple months. The owner would see how things worked out after that. It meant that Cindy was promoted to evening shift manager, so she'd make a little more money.
Her other tidbit was that she'd found a woman on Freecycle who was getting rid of her chickens, lock, stock, and barrels of feed. It was about 5 miles south of town where they loaded the trailer with metal nests, feeders, a waterer, two bales of straw, and 2 metal barrels, one full of feed bags and the other with bags of grit, crushed oyster shells and part of a bag of feed. The four hens rode home in a wooden coop in the trunk to keep them out of the cold wind.
The only problem was, the shed was not ready for them. Robert worked late into the night to get some patching done so they couldn't escape. They got the nests set inside on the floor, and the feeder and waterer installed. It would have to do until the next day. The only light inside the shed was from the glass in the door. Robert had misgivings about the whole project, but they both had raised chickens when they were young, so they knew what was needed.
Erin located three barn windows and an old screen door the next day on craigslist for $30. This time she took the trailer to fetch them, while Robert dug around for lumber, nails and tools. Saturday
he got those installed and the hens seemed to be happier. He had to admit that their first homegrown eggs tasted better than the ones they got at the grocery with the pale yellow yolks.
It would take a while to get back the $30 for the windows and door, but egg prices had not come down like they normally did in the Spring. They were averaging 3 eggs per day, or 2 dozen in 8 days. It looked like they had better eat a lot of eggs.
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The weather warmed up early but the Spring rains had not begun yet, so when Erin said she wanted to plant a garden Robert took the tractor and rototiller out on a Saturday where it looked like there had once been a garden. It now mostly weed stubble, mowed flat. He went over the ground several times to make a good seed bed. It wasn't exactly clear where the property line was next to the rail siding, but he estimated it as close as he could from fences on down the line.
"Mrs. Evans, your garden awaits," he said with a bow and flourish.
"Good," she said, "I'll stop and buy some seeds when I go in town. "Have you seen what they want for vegetables now? Our boss is on us to not waste lettuce and tomatoes."
Robert answered his cell phone when it rang, "Hello?"
Pause.
"Hi Dad. How are you and Mom doing?"
Pause.
"Yeah, okay. We can come over today."
Long pause.
"Yeah, an hour after lunch."
He ended the call and said, "Dad said they are selling out. Some developer wants to buy the farm and make a subdivision, so he said they are going to move into town, there in Greenville. He wants me to look at some stuff he wants to get rid of."
"What sort of thing? We don't need any household things. Between us we have plenty."
"Probably farm stuff, but you need to go along and see what's there."
"I'd go anyway. I love your Mom. She made me feel like part of the family on Thanksgiving and Christmas."
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"Everything in the barn has to go," Robert's Dad told him. "You need to get anything you want now, because we're going to auction whatever is left. That shed gets emptied, too, and there's all kinds of things in the house Mary Ann wants rid of. She'll be loading up Erin with stuff if you don't watch out. Mary Ann sure likes that girl."
"Erin will have to take up for herself. I'll have all I can handle with you, won't I?"
Bill Evans chuckled, "Prob'ly so. Your trailer ain't near big enough. Let's go look in the barn."
Robert made two trips that day. Erin stayed there during his first trip with farm and garden things, then she had nearly a full load of her own. She was proud of the huge old All American Canner and hundreds of canning jars. They were packed carefully with newspaper in cardboard boxes. Another big box had the sausage grinder, a lard press, some cast iron skillets, and a Dutch Oven. Then there was the small bookcase from Robert's old room. Erin loved to read when she could find the time. There was the complete set of Children's Classics Robert had loved as a kid, and the Encyclopedia Britannica that she had to have. Mary Ann made sure Erin got one of her Ball Blue Books, and gave her some cook books that her church had printed of members' recipes.
All their spare garden tools got piled beside the boxes. There were shovels and spades, hoes, rakes, axes and much more. Robert had no idea where it should be stored at home, but for now he unloaded it all in the barn and went back the next day for more. He had no idea if he would use it on their small place, but he loaded up the small feed grinder his Dad had used for years. It was a small John Deere model with only a dust cyclone and bagger on it. It was too small for modern farming and didn't automatically mix the feed like the modern ones. You had to shovel it through again to mix feed. The good part was, his small tractor would run it because his Dad ran it with an old Ford with less horsepower.
"Son, with that feed grinder and the lard press you're about set up to feed out some pigs. You want the feeder too? Just as well take it, 'cause it won't bring nothin' at a sale. Too small. Oh! you need to get the lard kettle, too. If you don't, Mary Ann will have me plantin' petunias in it and that's a waste of a good kettle. And you better take that old two-hole corn sheller, too. Your wife said she's got chickens now, so you need that if you put out a little corn for 'em. I think the 'lectric motor on it is still good, but if it ain't the crank is there, too. I wired the crank to the frame when I put the motor on it so I wouldn't lose track of it."
"Dad, we only have two acres. It's not a farm."
"You'd be surprised what you can raise on two acres. Now go on and load this stuff up."
Erin came out of the house beaming, carrying a shoebox filled with envelopes. "It's seeds! Your Mom saves garden seeds, and she gave me everything you can think of. I won't have to buy anything."
Robert's Dad said, "I'm glad to see something light a smile on your wife's face. She's really pretty when she smiles. Oh, hey, you come back again 'cause I got a whole mess of bolts and hardware and stuff you need to put in your shop. You got a pretty heavy load this trip, so we dare not put any more on now."
He was right. The little Ford car had all it wanted to pull up the hills going home.
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Chapter 14 April, 2015
"I love Spring time," Erin said. "Everything is such a bright green." She was looking out the bedroom window early one morning.
Robert grinned and said, "Especially the weeds and grass. That back fence is full of briars that I need to get out and they are growing like mad. And there's some wild grapevines in that thicket behind the chicken shed. It's a mess back there."
"What kind of briars?"
"I dunno, probably wild blackberries."
"Don't kill 'em! I can make jelly and blackberry cobbler out of them," Erin said. "I want to look at that stuff before you go mowing it down."
Robert sighed and said, "Okay. I need to work on the shelving in the barn so I'll do that tonight instead. Maybe I can get some room back if we get all those jars and stuff up off the floor, and Dad's hardware collection."
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Erin plopped on the couch that evening and said, "I'm tired. The boss laid off a person from each shift because business slowed down. It'll pick up soon when more people start to go on summer vacation, and there's more traffic on the interstate. Then we'll be swamped. It's bad enough now."
Robert said, "Did you see the price of gas today?"
"I didn't pay any attention. I just wanted to get home today."
"I filled up and it cost me $4.39, up 24 cents overnight. The attendant said it was going up again soon, so that's going to put a crimp in travel this summer."
"Oh crap! I need gas. I should have filled up yesterday when I noticed it."
"No big deal," Robert said. "It's not that much difference on one tankfull for you. If you need 10 gallons that's only $2.40 more."
"Yeah, but that's $2.40 I have to make to buy it. Really, it's more like I have to make 3 bucks more to buy it, because of taxes. I'm due for an oil change. I bet that has gone up, too."
"I'll get some oil tomorrow and filters and change both cars. The tractor needs it, too. I'll make a list. I can do it for about half what they charge in town. We've got the shop now, so I better use it. I've got another idea. Dad gave me that old oil barrel with the valve on it and the barrel stand. I need to rinse that out and get it filled with diesel fuel for the tractor. It doesn't use much, but diesel always goes up more than gasoline does. Just as well buy it now."
"That's a good idea," Erin said.
"The diesel fuel?"
"Yeah, but I mean buying things before the price goes up any more. I mean, our income isn't going up, so we're better off to buy stuff ahead of time. We don't really NEED anything, but I'll think about it. I bet there is a lot of stuff we can buy ahead and we've been saving money all winter. The bank doesn't pay anything in interest so there's no point in leaving it there."
"The investment people call that hedging. You buy something to protect the value of your investment. You're right, it's the thing to do when prices are going up. Just make sure it's something you need and not something that will spoil before you can use. No different than us hanging onto those gold coins because the price is going up. Really, the value of a dollar is going DOWN. Gold stays the same, as long as nobody is messing around with the price. Somebody has been doing that for years,but that will stop someday."
Erin's mind was going in her original direction. She said, "I need a pencil and paper. Yeah, printer paper, and pencils and some note pads." She got busy writing thngs down.
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"I don't know what else to buy," Erin said. "We don't need anything."
"I'm not surprised. You've been working at it for a month," Robert said. "I was thinking about some feed for the chickens. Buy a few bags now, and then the price of corn will drop at harvest time and I can stock up. That gives me time to find something to store it in, maybe some more barrels to keep the mice out of it. But, you know Dad was right. He said we could grow a lot on 2 acres. I could work up just half an acre and get enough corn off of it to feed out a couple pigs and the chickens, too. I'll think about it and see if the numbers work out."
Robert had another idea. "I need to get some paint on that barn before the metal starts to rust. We could buy the paint now. It's going to take quite a bit. I'll have to figure out how much first. So watch for a deal on oil based paint. The farm store carries it, and they are usually the cheapest."
"Okay. I'll check the ads in the paper." Erin was looking at their early garden showing lines of tiny green plants when she had an idea. "I forgot canning jar lids! We're going to need a lot. That's a big garden."
Robert said, "This is so strange. A year ago I had all that pretty stuff and I was hanging on to it for dear life. Now I can't understand why I wanted it. I'd rather you get something you want than have that stuff back."
"It made you feel good."
"No it didn't. I THOUGHT it would make me feel good, but it was more like I had to have it to feel like I was good enough for other people that thought the same way, if that makes any sense. I felt like I was just a country bumpkin around those people with money."
"But now you don't for some reason."
"You're the reason. You make me feel ten feet tall. Because you love me just like I am."
"Could'na said it better. That's how I feel about you," Erin said. She leaned over on the couch and hugged him.
"Hey, I've been wondering about something."
"What's that?"
"What happened to your parents' farm?"
"The hospital and the lawyers got it. Mom was in the hospital in a coma for weeks and I couldn't pay the bill. When the court got done with the estate, the hospital claimed whatever money they could get out of the farm and the judge gave it to 'em. Their life insurance was about enough to pay for the funerals."
"Oh, that's bad. I didn't think they could do that."
"It was because I signed a paper saying I'd be responsible for the bill when she was admitted. Dumb me. I'm never signing anything like that again. They would have got Joe's house, too, but it was in his name only. Joe and I moved out the farm machinery and everything we could get and sold it for cash, then I bought the car with that. When we got divorced, Joe got everything but the car."
"Damn. That's terrible. You should have had that farm."
"Water under the bridge, as they say."
"That's one reason why your name is on our checking account and on the deed to this place. If anything happened to me, it's your's. The phrase, 'with full rights of survivorship' is very important in those matters. That's why I showed you the gold and where I hid it."
"You trust me a lot."
"With my life."
"I need to close my bank account and put it in your name. You made me feel like a heel for not doing it already."
"No, you need to close that account and open one in the name of your business. I should have told you that a long time ago. If you don't, it could be a problem to prove what was business income and what was not. The only thing saving that is that it's so small they won't bother with you. If you were audited, it would be a nightmare."
"Oh. Okay, I'll do that. I hope we don't get in trouble."
"I wouldn't worry about it. You aren't claiming a loss on the business, so they'll probably never mess with you. But you need to keep records of your earnings from your job, just in case. That will cover it. It would be a mess to audit, but you'd be covered."
"It's good to have my own private accountant."
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Chapter 16
The garden was growing fast, but so were the weeds. Erin spent a lot of time hoeing until Robert read one night in his gardening book about mulch. They robbed all the dumpsters they could find of cardboard boxes and covered the row middles. One good rain had it stuck to the ground and reduced the weeding to only between the plants.
Shelves were slowly getting built in the barn, so the mess was getting under control there. Erin looked at all the canning jars neatly arranged on shelves there and said, "We have a problem."
"What's that?" Robert asked.
"What do we do with all those jars when they are full of food? They can't stay out here or they will freeze and break."
"Oh. boy. I get to build shelves in the house, is what."
"Where?"
He thought a while. It was a small house.
"Okay, we get to live with canned food in the office. And probably in the utility room." He sighed and said, "I'll get on it. The basement is a little damp, so the lids would get rusty. It's perfect for potatoes, though. I'm glad I don't have to dig a root cellar. We'll need some baskets or something to put those potatoes in, though. I'll get some concrete blocks and planks to set them on."
"How about laundry baskets? They've got holes so they can breathe."
"That should work. We need to get maybe 4 or 5 of them."
The next day Erin said, "There's a guy who wants to give away concrete blocks on Craigslist."
"Where are they?"
"Someplace around town, from the phone number. He says he has 28 of 'em."
"That will be heavy, but I think the trailer will do it."
He had taken a garden hose and wire brush to the basement then gave the concrete walls a coat of white latex paint so it looked reasonably clean. He was thankful the floor drain worked. A window fan helped dry it out in one day. The white walls made the two light bulbs more effective.
The blocks still had some mortar stuck to them, so Robert spent an evening with a hammer and chisel getting it off. He was pleased that he only broke two of them in the process. Erin hadn't found any lumber deals, so he bought some treated 2 x 8's at the lumber yard and began to stack it all up into low shelves in the cellar. She had found heavy plastic laundry baskets on sale and brought home 6 of them after work one day. They were ready to store potatoes, beets, and whatever else now.
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The blackberries were loaded. Buckets filled fast with the big berries. Erin was sweaty and purple from her fingertips to her wrists. She had two five gallon buckets almost filled with them. A big kettle full was simmering on the stove when Robert got home from work. It smelled great in the house, but it was hot. A window fan was going by the back door to take the heat out.
"Hello gorgeous! Can I help?"
Erin was busy stirring with a big wooden spoon. "Yeah. Get that old pillow case on the counter and figure how to hang it some where. I need to fill it with the berries and strain out the seeds. It needs a kettle under it to catch the juice. I'm just juicing today. I'll make jelly tomorrow."
"Okay. I'll go find a screw hook. We can hang it on the back porch. I'll wrap something around it to keep the bugs out."
Robert got the jelly bag hung up over an empty kettle and came in the kitchen. "We need a summer kitchen," he said. "How about I look for another stove and set it up out in the barn? We've got the faucet just outside there."
"That sounds good to me. It is hotter than blazes in here." She was dipping out the cooked berries into a wire strainer, the juice going into a third kettle.
"Okay, bring me the jelly bag and that kettle out there. I'll put the pulp in that to drain."
The first straining made about 2 1/2 gallons of juice. She thought the pulp would drain out another couple quarts. That would make a lot of jelly.
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"Why the heck didn't I buy more sugar before it went up? It's $6.49 for 10 pounds now and I saw it for $5.99 not long ago."
Twenty nine pint jars of blackberry jelly now graced the utility room shelves. Erin thought they were beautiful. Robert had used a permanent marker to put the date and contents on the lids.
Robert said, "Sounds like we need to go sign up at Sam's Club in Clarksville and lay in a supply. Sugar will keep forever. We'll need salt to make pickles, and spices."
"Have to put the sugar in something to keep the mice out of it. They'll be trying to get in the house when the weather gets cold like they did last winter."
"Sugar won't freeze so it could stay in the barn if it's in a can or something. I'll find some barrels somewhere. That would be the cheapest."
"Oh, we need vinegar, too. It's cheap, but sometimes they run out at the store."
"Make a list and we'll go to get it next weekend."
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Chapter 17
Erin was miserable with stomach cramps. She spent most of the day in the bathroom and had to call in sick, unable to go to work. She wasn't alone. Cindy was off sick and two others. The next day she felt some better, but was still weak and had cramps. The boss called Erin and said to not come to work, the restaurant was closed due to several reported cases of food poisoning. The Health Department was trying to figure out the cause.
That turned out to be the imported salad greens. They had been recalled the day everyone got sick. The restaurant would remain closed for the next week, however, until the Health Department was assured it was all properly cleaned and disinfected.
Apparently, all the regular customers had seen the notice posted on the door by the Health Department and stayed away for the next month. Erin was feeling better now, but only working half time on staggered shifts like all the rest of the employees. The only good part was, it gave her time to can green beans, okra, and early sweet corn. She picked an armload of sage from the 3 big plants behind the chicken shed and had that hanging by strings from the back porch ceiling. The tomatoes were just coming on strong when she began to work full shifts again as summer traffic picked up.
Before the tomatoes began to bear heavily, Robert had a used gas stove set up in the barn hooked to a pair of 100 pound LP tanks and a junkyard salvage sink was set in a varnished plywood top with the drain run out through the wall. Cold water was piped to the sink with a hose connection to the freezeless faucet outside. He had arranged more plywood counter top next to the stove and found a stainless steel table at the junkyard for more table space. A big shelf overhead stored the pressure canner and an assortment of pots and kettles. It worked pretty well for canning and kept the heat and mess out of the house.
A trip to Sam's Club had the little Ford Focus squatting when they left with 100 pounds of sugar, 24 pounds of salt in 4 pound boxes, and large economy size jars of cinnamon, black pepper, and ground mustard. More quart size jars of spices came from Gordon Food Service, a restaurant supplier.
Robert had cut back the row of grape vines behind the shed and replaced a couple rotted off posts so he could restring the rusty wires that were supposed to support them. On end post looked good enough, but he replaced the rest. The grapes had a pretty good crop set on, despite the late pruning.
Next he had tackled two very old apple trees, pruning them severely. The trees still had far too many apples so he thinned them mercilessly. What apples remained were looking pretty good by mid summer. An old man stopped one day and came to where he was working.
"Hi neighbor! You sure got this place lookin' better!"
"Thanks," Robert said. "You live close by?"
"I'm Thad Wright. That's my farm next to you here."
When he offered his hand Robert shook it and said, "Pleased to meet you."
"Gettin' the old apple trees in shape, huh?"
"Yeah, they were badly overgrown. I thought maybe we'll get bigger ones this year if I thinned 'em good."
'Yep, that works all right. Those is good apples, too. Winesaps, the old man said who built that house. You got a nice garden goin', too."
"Thanks. The ground could use some improvement, but we ought to get something from it."
"I milk 84 head of Holsteins, so come over and get all the manure you want for that garden. It'll do wonders for it."
"Hey! I'll do that! Have to put sides on my trailer first, but I'll be there soon."
"Come after about six in the evening an' I'll be done milkin' so I can help you load it."
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After hastily adding plywood sides to the trailer, Robert pulled it over to Thad's barn with the Kubota and hauled home a load each evening until the garden was covered between the rows.
Cayenne peppers were drying on strings, and more were coming on. Cucumbers, yellow summer squash and banana peppers were bearing big crops, and occupied all their time after their day jobs to get it all canned and dried in a dehydrator Erin had bought from an Ebay ad.
"It would be so much easier to freeze all this stuff," Erin said, "but we had the power go off after a storm one time and lost a whole freezer full of stuff. I won't let that happen again."
"We could get a generator to cover that."
"It would cost so much we'd be better off to buy the food at the store."
"We've spent a lot on this anyway. It will be a year or two before we break even on it."
"Yeah, probably so, but I'm pretty sure I won't get another case of Montezuma's Revenge from OUR food."
"There is that to be said for it."
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"I had the checkup and the doctor said I should be off the pills for a while to give my system a break and see if my period stabliizes. She said to use other birth control means for at least a couple months and see how it goes."
"We have to take care of you, so do what you need to."
"Other ways can be unreliable, you know," Erin said.
"What do you think about having kids?"
"If we are going to, it should be soon. I'm not getting any younger."
"I wouldn't have considered it before, but I'd love to have kids, now that I have you."
"I always wanted kids but I never felt... secure. I think we'd be good with kids," Erin told him.
"We might want to add on to the house."
"You could do that. WE could do that." She smiled at the thought.
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The grapes were heavily laden when the old end post broke off and dropped one vine on the ground. The next day Robert bought a new wood post at the farm store and began to dig out the old one. It was slow business with a shovel and created a far larger hole than he wanted but there wasn't any other way to do it. The stub was below ground level and the new post needed to go in at least 3 feet.
As he dug out the last end of the old post the shovel hit something. Another rock , he thought, cursing under his breath. He needed to go deeper for the new post and took out more dirt. He saw the piece of metal and dug around it until it came free. It was an old zinc canning jar lid, and there was a jar attached. The blue glass was muddy and cloudy so he couldn't tell what was in it. It was heavy. It slipped from his hand as he got it out of the hole and fell on his dirt pile, squarely on a head-size rock where it broke. Coins sprayed everywhere and some fell back into the hole.
Robert backed away carefully and walked to the house.
"Erin, I'm going to need a hand if you have time."
She looked up from her computer and said, "Yeah, what's up?"
"We need a dishpan, or something like that. I found some coins. There was this jar buried under that broken post when I dug it out. I dropped it and it broke. I need something else to put the broken glass in."
"Okay, let me look in the kitchen."
She came out with a square cake pan and a round plastic dishpan.
"Watch out for the broken glass," he cautioned her.
An hour and a half later they thought they had all the coins and most of the glass. They sat on the porch and wiped the coins with paper towels, in case there were any bits of glass clinging to the dirt on them.
"This is a lot of trouble for some loose change," Erin said.
Robert grinned and said, "This was probably buried back during the Great Depression. Check the dates on some of them."
Erin struggled to see the date on a quarter, black with age. "Looks like 1928," she said.
"Yeah. And up through 1964, all the dimes, quarters, halves and silver dollars were actually silver. After that they went to the "clad" coins that are almost all copper. The last I looked, silver was down from it's record high to about $24 an ounce. At that price, these coins are worth about 18 times face value, and it is going up."
"Eighteen times, so a dime is worth $1.80?"
"RIght."
"There must be five or six pounds of it! That's a lot of money!"
"It was a lot of money when they buried it and it still is. They are monkeying around with the market price, but the price of silver is going up because paper dollars are becoming worth less all the time."
"The ones in the bottom are covered with mud. I'll get some water and rinse them off."
Erin added some water at the sink and sloshed the coins around.
"Hey! There's some gold ones in there!"
Robert went to look. They found 11 gold coins, all marked "10 Dollars" with an indian head on one side and a big eagle on the other. They were dated from 1913 to 1932. Robert rinsed them carefully in a glass of water and dropped them on a towel to dry.
"These aren't just gold, they are rare coins now. I don't know what they're worth, but it's a lot."
"This was somebody's life savings and he died before he could spend it," Erin said. "That's a shame."
"Yes it is. It was likely the man who built this house."
He rinsed all the coins a second time and put them on the towel to dry. Most of the silver was badly tarnished, almost black. Robert said, "I'll go to that hardware store downtown tomorrow and get some TarnX solution. You can dip those silver coins in it and it will turn the black back to silver. They'll be easier to sell that way."
Erin trotted to her computer and did some fast searching. She came back in a minute and said, "It looks like it depends on the condition of the coins, but those gold ones are worth somewhere around $1,300 to $1,500 EACH!"
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Robert sold the gold coins the next Saturday for just over $16,000. They decided to keep the silver coins and see if the price went up.
Erin asked him when he showed her the cash and the receipt, "Whatcha gonna do with your newfound riches?"
"For my half, I plan to make money with it. I want a moldboard plow and a disk for the tractor. And I want to build some fence and get some pigs soon. That will mean some kind of a hog house and buying some feed for them. I'll wait until harvest time to get them so the feed will be cheaper. And I think we need a small truck of some kind. I can trade my car in on that. It's ready for new tires anyway. What are you going to do with your half?"
Erin was surprised at his answer. She said, "That sounds like a good idea. Maybe I'll expand my jewelry business. I've been thinking that I should sell it locally. Maybe put some displays in beauty shops on consignment. I can raise the prices enough to do that and still kick butt. I can undercut the jewelry stores by half or more. It would have to be upscale from the cheap silver crap they sell at flea markets. I'm talking about good merchandise."
"Sounds like easier work than raising pigs."
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Ten days later, Erin learned the Waffle stop had been sold to a new owner. In the month that followed, he replaced all the employees with his own family. Her best friend Cindy Hoffman had no job and could not pay her next month's rent. Erin also bought an EPT test and figured out that she was pregnant.
Robert was overjoyed about the baby coming and welcomed the idea that she would be home for a change. He didn't know what to say about Cindy.
"I HAVE to help her Robert! She doesn't have any family left. Her Mom died of cancer and her Dad died not long after with a heart attack. She doesn't have anybody else and nowhere to go, and she took me in when I really needed it."
Robert let out a big breath he hadn't realized he was holding. He thought fast and then said, "We could move the computer and office stuff into the living room. We don't use it for sitting anyway. Then if she can stand a wall full of canned food, she can make a bedroom in there. Has she got furniture?"
"I'm not sure what she owns. She rented a furnished apartment over the old drugstore downtown."
"Well, we can make sure she has a roof over her head and something to eat." That was all he said, but he remembered that the Japanese writing symbol for 'discord' was a pictograph of 2 women under one roof.
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Chapter 19 June, 2015
George's Used Cars made him a trade for his Ford Focus that he thought was okay. We went home with a full size half ton Ford pickup, 6 cylinder, 4 speed, heavy duty rear springs, and skinned up green paint for a modest amount of difference and the truck was one year younger with about the same mileage. It did need a set of tires, so that was the next stop. The bed showed scratches and dents from what was probably farm use. Robert stopped at the NAPA auto parts to buy 6 spray cans of matching green paint and some fine sandpaper. The next evening he sanded and painted inside the truck bed and touched up a few scratches on the fenders.
The old truck looked pretty good, and with his trade in he'd only spent $2,600 including the tires. He went to work on it in the barn to change oil, filter, and top off the lube in the transmission and differential. It came with a receiver hitch, so he bought a suitable drop hitch ball to pull his small trailer. He expected to haul some pigs in it, so next was to have Erin search for some used stock racks. A 10 mile trip into the countryside got them for $100 from a Craigslist ad. He stopped at the farm store on the way home and bought a thick rubber mat for the bed. He could haul things now, and felt greatly empowered by that.
Erin gave him his first hauling job. They had rearranged furniture so the spare room was empty. Erin made arrangements with Cindy to move her in on Sunday morning. The stock racks made that a one trip move to haul her bedroom furniture and boxes of other belongings. It wasn't much. Cindy had her clothing packed in her old '98 Chevy Cavalier and followed them to the house.
"You're saving my life," Cindy said as they moved her bedroom into place.
"Like you saved mine," Erin said.
"I want to do something for my keep here. I haven't been able to find a job, but I'll keep trying. I can help with the garden and canning and all that."
Robert tried to ease the obvious tension he heard in her voice and said with a grin, "Be careful or she'll work you like she does me."
Cindy grinned and said, "Yeah, she was always a slave driver at work. I know how she is."
By lunch time they were all hot and sweaty, but most of her things were put away. They sat down to some sandwiches and iced tea, grateful for the light breeze through the house. The shade from the big trees in the front yard made the house cooler than outside.
"What a day for a porch swing. I'd love to have one of those someday," Cindy said.
"The swing is on the back porch. The front of the house faces south and it is always sunny out there, so we moved the swing," Robert said.
Erin said, "You'll see. I've got some late green beans to do today, so we can sit out there and break 'em."
"Yeah, you go girl! Can everything you can get your hands on and I'll help, 'cause groceries are outa sight," Cindy said.
When the meal was cleared away, Cindy got a hair tie from her purse and tied her blond hair back in a long pony tail. She asked, "Have you picked the beans yet?"
"Nope," Erin said. "I knew I had good help coming today, so I waited on that."
"Let's get at it."
Robert said, "I'll get some buckets."
While the women worked on the beans, Robert got back to work in the barn. He would need someplace to store feed for pigs. By moving some implements around, he got one corner cleared out, did some measuring slid the hammermill close to the back wall. The PTO shaft was just long enough to reach so he could park the tractor outside when he ground feed. He needed an entrance door in the back wall so he could access the tractor, and some way to move barrels of feed around. His Dad's old hardware collection offered a box of old caster wheels that he could use to make dollies for the barrels.
Cindy asked Erin, "How'd you get so lucky? The men I dated were all a bunch of duds. Being married to Shawn was great for about a year, and then he got involved with two other women. Not just one, but TWO! The divorce cost me, but I was glad to have him gone."
"It was luck. I didn't have any idea what kind of a guy he was until we'd been together for a while. I didn't do so good with Joe, you know. What happened to that last guy you were seeing?"
"He moved back to Evansville when that construction job was done last month. I haven't met anyone since then. I couldn't afford to go out anywhere."
"Maybe your luck will change now. You're really pretty, and you're good people. That's in high demand, in case you didn't know it."
"Not so I can tell. Let's get these beans washed and do something with 'em."
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Chapter 20
"I need to go to Wal Mart," Erin said. "Cindy, are you going with me?"
"Nothing I can get there without money."
"Maybe not, but you can keep me company and help me figure out baby clothes in the fabric section. Robert won't go do this for anything."
"I guess that would be okay. Let me clean up a little. Just take a minute."
"I'm taking the truck, Robert," ErIn yelled out the back door. He was digging post holes for a new pig pen and walked toward her.
"If you're going in town, you want to stop at Tractor Supply and get me a roll of 9 gauge brace wire?"
"Uh, the fence stuff for corner braces?"
"Yeah, that's right. Here's some money," he said as he handed her a twenty.
"I've got the checkbook. We're going to shop for baby things."
He smiled and looked at Cindy saying, "Better you than me on this trip."
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"Wal Mart is the one place I forgot to apply for a job," Cindy said. "Mostly because I didn't think I could live on what they pay. But something is better than nothing. You go ahead. I'm going to do the application on their computer thing here. I'll catch up with you in fabrics, okay?"
"Sure. It will take me a while. See ya there," Erin said.
Now, how does this thing work, Cindy thought as she sat down at the terminal.
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"That was quick," Erin said.
"It's a simple thing, just follow instructions on the screen. I lied a little, but that's probably normal. They asked if I had experience in retail, and I said yes, but that's not really a lie, 'cause food service is retail, and I can run a cash register."
"That might keep you from guarding the door here."
"I hope so. I'd hate to do that greeting thing. But I'd take about any job now. I've got $48 to my name and I need some things."
"Tell you what," Erin said, "you get yourself a cart and go get what you want. You can check it out separately from mine and we'll call it a loan, all right? Like you did for me and wouldn't let me pay you back."
Cindy looked at her friend and said, "I WILL pay you back. For this and everything."
"You did already. Go. I'll be right here. GO!"
Cindy went first to the pharmacy section for some feminine needs, basic makeup, shampoo and hair touch up color, then to women's wear for a some undies, socks, and a pair of jeans. She thought she could get by with that and went to rejoin Erin.
Erin took a look in her cart and said, "You're not finished yet. Go get the rest of what you need." She turned back to the pattern book and ignored Cindy until she left again.
The cart was getting pretty full by the time she got back with it and Erin said, "That's more like it. Let's go check out then get a sandwich at Subway and we can talk about what's next."
Erin dragged her to Goodwill next and gave her two twenty dollar bills. "Like Robert told me once, don't come out without spending all of it."
Erin found some nice baby blankets there, and a crib and mattress that the two of them loaded into the truck. From there, they went to Tractor Supply and she dragged Cindy over to the clothing section.
"Find yourself a nice western shirt to go with those jeans. We're going to the Country Jamboree next Saturday night."
Cindy gave her a look, then read the look she was getting back and resigned herself to shopping for a shirt while Erin went after the wire that Robert wanted. They checked out and when they were back in the truck, Erin said, "Robert is good with whatever I want to do with money, so clear that out of your head. What you bought today isn't enough for what you've been doing around the place for us. He told me to get you convinced to go out with us this weekend, too, so no backing out on it."
Saturday night gave them both a chance to get dressed up and look nice for a change. It was a non-drinking event with a local band and well attended. "Better than a bar, because you don't have to put up with a bunch of obnoxious drunks hitting on you," Erin told her.
Erin looked sensational in her cowgirl duds, but had to be careful getting used to the new boots. She kept Robert dancing through the evening. As soon as one fellow noticed that Cindy didn't bring a partner, he asked her to dance. Cindy's willowy figure drew some attention on the dance floor, and then there was a steady stream of men to keep her busy. One guy sat at their table with her while Erin and Robert wandered over to get some soft drinks. They sat their drinks on the table and went back on the floor for the next number, giving Cindy a chance to talk to the guy. When they returned, she introduced him as Chad Daulton.
"Yeah, I never knew your name but we used to see you at the Waffle Stop," Erin said.
"I was in there at all hours for coffee," he said. "I work for Duke Energy and we get called out for repair work when a storm comes through."
"I bet that's a rough job," Robert said.
"Not too bad. It gets miserable in the winter when we have an ice storm, but most of the time we're doing new installs and replacements so that's not bad at all. I'm on call every other weekend, so that keeps my social life in kind of a mess."
Erin remembered him from the restaurant as the polite guy with a glossy brown beard who never said much. Cindy had a smile on her face, so Erin grabbed Robert's hand and headed for the dance floor. When the last song played, it was a slow number and she noticed Cindy swaying close to Chad's broad shoulders as they danced.
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Chad had come to visit one Sunday and spent some of the afternoon on the porch swing with Cindy. After he'd gone, Cindy said, "Well it took ages to get it out of him, but he finally said he has three kids at home, and he had to get back early and get them from his Mom's. His wife died a year ago of some strange blood disease, and he's been raising two boys and a girl on his own since then. I told him I've got to meet those kids, so he said he'd bring them along and we'd all go out to eat next weekend."
"You look three shades brighter than you did last week," Erin told her.
"He's a really nice guy. Those kids will tell what he's made out of. I can't wait to see 'em."
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Wal Mart called and asked for Cindy. Erin handed her the phone and figured out that she had a job.
"I start tomorrow morning as a check out clerk, training under one of their people for the day. I'll only get 20-some hours a week, he said, to start with, but that will increase as I get better at it. They always tell the same lies like I heard. But if I get 20 hours a week, that sure beats nothing," Cindy said.
There were enough conflicts in schedules to keep Cindy from seeing very much of Chad for a while, but when they got together they seemed to get along great. Robert told Erin, "You may lose your kitchen help before long the way things are going."
Erin said, "I hope it works out for them. Cindy has had a long string of men that didn't work out. She was pretty down about it."
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Cindy's car stuttered as she came in the driveway one Saturday morning. When she got out Robert said, "That thing wants a tuneup."
"It's been bad for a while. It's so old I hate to put any money in it."
"Drive it in the barn and let me look it over."
Under the hood it was very greasy and dirty, so Robert backed it out again and threw some cardboard under it. After a good pressure washing, he could see the parts better. Leaving the hood up to dry the engine, he removed a spark plug to get the number and drove his truck off to Auto Zone. He came out with new spark plugs, ignition wires, a fuel filter, oil filter, a roll of rubber tubing, some sensors, a radiator cap, thermostat, antifreeze and oil. He used his shop vac to give the interior a good cleaning, and hosed off the outside. It was almost dark when he finished cleaning and installing all the parts. He'd only stopped for a sandwich and coffee.
He handed Cindy the keys and said, "Go try it now. Maybe drive it down the road a ways."
When she returned she said, "I wouldn't know it was the same car! What did you do to it?"
"I did a tuneup, oil change, and fixed a couple things. There were some bad vacuum lines I replaced, and I vacuumed out the inside and washed the windows. Clean cars always run better," he said with a grin. "You need some wiper blades too, first chance you get. They're cheap. And the belts are getting cracked, so better replace those before one breaks."
"What did all this cost?"
"Oh, some time helping Erin can food, and some good meals you cooked for us, and all the work you did outside this summer. I still owe you for that."
Cindy gave him a hug and said, "Thanks! I was scared to death that car would quit on me. Erin, he's a keeper!"
Erin smiled and said, "Don't I know it! And no, you can't have him. You've got one of your own."
Cindy had a sober look when she said, "I hope so. I really hope so."
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Erin told Robert, "I need to put my jewelry into shops around New Albany and Clarksville where there is more money. I could beat the prices at the discount stores there and still make money. I have to come up with nice displays, though. I'm still looking for that."
"There's a guy at Palmyra that sells old store shelving and such things. You could go see what he has. I don't know his name, but he's on the highway on the west side of town."
Erin drove there the next morning and was surprised at the size of the place. An old barn had been converted to house his stock and it was filled with things from retaurants and retail stores. She wandered in among pizza ovens, coffee urns, and piles of stacked shelving. When a young man came out of a small office she asked hopefully, "Do you have anything for a jewelry display?"
He blew out a sigh from pursed lips and said, "I have some boxes that a flea marketter used for jewelry. They're back here."
He turned and wound through narrow aisles to a dusty stack along the wall. "This is all I have of that kind. I have a big glass front display cabinet that came from a store, but it's 8 feet long. It needs a new top on it, but the case is good and it has lights in it."
The boxes were just what she wanted, but she hesitated to tell him that. They were pretty dirty, but she thought they would clean up. "How much for these?"
"I'll take 50 bucks for 'em, but no guarantees. There's probably some has some damage. That's the best I can do."
Erin counted the stack and got 14 that looked identical. She asked, "Can I take some off the stack and get a better look?"
"Sure, but you break it, you bought it."
She carefully took the four top boxes down one at a time and stacked them on the floor. The interior of the display cases had some shabby looking red velvet that might be mildewed. She dug deeper and saw one with a missing hasp, but otherwise they looked to be useable. When she handed him the money, he seemed relieved and offered to help her carry them out to the truck. Erin took a couple old blankets out of the cab to pad the cases with and stacked them in the truck bed. She drove back into the tiny town and stopped at the ice cream shop to treat herself to a chocolate malt, then smiled all the way home.
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Chapter 22
Erin considered what the man told her, that the jewelry cases came from a flea market seller. If he'd been making money at it, he would probably not have quit and sold out. She had seen such displays at flea markets and the stuff was priced cheap. But that was the downfall of the approach, she decided.
People tend to think a thing is worth the price being asked, and that was still too much for the clientele at flea markets. The answer was to hit a different, more lucrative market and price the goods accordingly, she thought. She would bet some money and time on her idea and find out if it worked.
At home, she took the cases to the pole building and began to clean them up, dusting then scrubbing with aluminum brightener from an auto parts store. Two of the cases had enough problems that she used them for parts to fix the others. She had to buy some hinges and hasps, then a handful of tiny padlocks to make them secure. The interiors took more time and a few yards of Royal Blue crushed velvet. Red was overused, she thought, and the blue had a higher class stigma. When she got two cases filled with what stock she had on hand, they looked impressive.
Erin thought hard about what items were most likely to be impulse buys, and settled on ring and matching earring sets, and some simple pendants. She varied the sizes of zirconia stones, the settings, and also ordered a few bracelets to match. None of it was gaudy, but rather simple designs with very tasteful settings. She ordered blue velvet neck displays, one for each case she had salvaged, and some chokers with tiny zirconia stones set in brilliant silver. She also got a supply of price stickers and hoped she was doing the right thing when she saw the total charge for her order was over $300. It almost cleaned out her new business account.
Three weeks later the order arrived. Erin stocked the 12 cases and placed a blue velvet neck display on top of each with a choker, a pendant on a chain, and a card with a pair of suitable earrings pinned below those.
Next was a tour of jewelry counters in the big box stores of 3 cities to make notes of prices for similiar goods. Erin's direct Asian source had a much better selection than what she saw locally, boosting her confidence. She decided to keep her prices about 40% higher than the retail stores and give that as the sales commission where she consigned her things for sale.
Her fingers did the walking through the telephone books. She made a list of hairdressers and thrift shops for each city and loaded her car up with carefully packed cases and displays. Avoiding any franchised operations, she found it easy to place all her displays in two days of driving and talking. She had left a copy of the inventroy of the display and had each consignee to sign her simple sale contract. Then, Erin went home and waited the two weeks until she had promised before contacting her outlets.
Erin brushed out her hair, dressed in a comfortable casual suit she had found at Goodwill, and loaded the car again with fresh merchandise already tagged and blank addendum inventory sheets. The first stop had modest sales, the second only a few, but the third had cleaned out half the display case. When Erin arrived back home she had restocked all 12 outlets and had very little reserve stock left, but she had $3,240 in her purse in cash, and several happy consignees. She would look for more outlets in better parts of town and move her goods from the poor sales points.
Her plan was working. After expenses, Erin determined she had made $2,782 on this part of the business so far. She knew sales would slow down after the initial flush of business, but she was pleased. She had other ideas for when this market was saturated. She had some internet sales, as well. It was time to order more stock. The best part was, it only took about 4 days a month to do all the work.
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Chad's truck drove in with Cindy in the front and kids in the back seat of the extended cab after a Sunday dinner at Cracker Barrel. The kids piled out with the adults and walked to the summer kitchen in the pole barn where Erin and Robert were washing buckets of grapes. They dried their hands and went out to meet the bunch.
Cindy introduced the kids. "This is Andrew, the tall one, he's going on 11, and that's Nicholas, he's 8. Back there with her Dad is Callie. She'll be 6 soon and starts school this Fall."
Erin smiled at the kids and said, "My name is Erin and this is Robert. Cindy said you were going to Cracker Barrel. Was your dinner good?"
Three heads nodded, then Nicholas said, "I got ham and baked beans and it was REALLY good!"
"How about you Callie? What did you get?"
The little girl gave a shy smile and said, "Chicken. And mashed potatoes and gravy. It was good, but I couldn't eat it all. Gramma wants us to eat everything on our plates, but Daddy said it was all right 'cause there was too much. But Andy ate all his and I gave him the rest of my chicken.
"I was hungry," Andrew said with a grin.
Chad was smiling, proud of his kids, and said, "Growing boys are always hungry."
Robert said, "Let's get in the shade. It's hot out here. Anybody thirsty? We have some iced tea in the house."
Chad said, "That would be good," as he followed the others to the back porch.
Callie squeaked, "You've got chickens!" She trotted over to the pen and squatted by the fence then pulled some grass and poked it through the wire. The hens came over to investigate, while the delighted little girl pulled some dandelions for them.
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When Chad and his family had gone, Erin turned he attention back to the grapes. Cindy had changed into old jeans andwas helping mash the grapes in a large kettle to cook.
"They are a sweet bunch of kids," Erin said.
Cindy smiled and said, "Yeah they are. I think he's a great guy. You can always tell by the kids. His folks are really nice, too. His Mom has been keeping the kids while he's at work, so it's been hard on them to run back and forth from one place to the other. His parents are getting old and they live in town. When the kids are in school they sometimes have to stay there while he works those crazy hours. Chad has been thinking about selling his place out here in the country and getting an apartment in town, but the kids won't have it. It's been rough on all of them."
"So, marry him, already!"
"I'm just waiting on him to ask me. I think he wants to be sure the kids approve of me."
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Chapter 23 August, 2015
"Hi Hon! How'd it go today?" Erin gave him a peck on the cheek and noticed he didn't answer. She backed up to get a better look at him and said, "So, what's up? You look too serious."
"I'm out of a job again."
"What happened?"
"The hospital was Glenn's big customer. They were in trouble for money for the past year or so, but hanging on until the new government insurance mandate took effect. Now they can't make it on mostly Medicare and Emergency Room patients, so they were ready to renege on a bond payment that built the new wing a few years ago. They sold out to the big medical group in Louisville. That outfit has their own accounting department, so Glenn lost the business. He's not hurt himself too bad, at least not yet, but he doesn't have any work for me."
Erin thought about it and said, "You were looking for a job when you got that one. You'll find something."
"Yeah, I suppose so, but it won't be easy. Business hasn't picked up much since 2008. We'd better look at our finances. It just looks too tight out there. The work I did was quarterly tax prep for the small businesses around here, and I can tell you they are just making it. That's after cutting costs to the bone, too. I could be out of work for quite a while."
"Let's eat supper and we'll talk about later, okay?"
"Yeah,"Robert said. "I think better on a full stomach."
Cindy had been cleaning her bedroom and overheard enough to get the general idea. She came out to the kitchen as Erin was setting the table. She began to dish food up into bowls on the table while Erin got drinks and tossed a simple salad.
"This looks good," Robert said. "Seems like a long time since lunch."
When the meal was finished and cleared away, Cindy said, "I have to work tonight, so I better take off pretty soon. You need anything from the store?"
Erin was a little distracted, but figured out a couple things instantly. One, Cindy had today off and they hadn't called for her to come in, so she was getting out of the way this evening. That meant she had heard Robert say he'd lost his job. And two, she had a pretty good idea where Cindy was going.
Erin said, "No, I can't think of anything we need right off."
When Cindy drove away, Erin decided to not tell Robert what she knew. He had enough on his mind for now.
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"We're in pretty good shape for now," Robert said. "I did some fast thinking on the way home. We still have that old silver I dug up, and the 14 Krugerrands I've been keeping for emergency funds. And the bank account has about $3,200 in it. Glenn didn't have time to figure my last check today, but it will be around $450. Have to pay taxes on that, so that takes it to about $300. That means we have around $3,500 in cash on hand."
"Silver and gold have been down pretty low for a while, but they are starting to go back up. We should wait a while before we sell any, but right now with gold at $1,450 that would make the Krugerrands worth $14, 600 after taxes. I don't know how much silver there is, but I'd guess about $1,000 worth in there. I still have $8,700 in cash from selling those old gold coins, after buying the truck. Bottom line is, we have $12,200 in cash and could sell out all the coins for another 15 to 16 thousand."
Erin said, "I've got $4,300 in my business account and enough stock to run for another month or two. I've been getting about $1,400 every two weeks, but it dropped to $300 last week. I wouldn't count on much more unless I can move it to some new places, because the market is getting saturated around here. I can sell what I have left on the internet, but it doesn't bring as much. I think we could count on another couple thousand from what I have on hand. I've never had this much money in my life. We're in good shape."
Robert said, "It can go pretty fast if we don't have some coming in."
Erin said, "How well I know that! But it doesn't cost us much to live now. There's no rent or mortgage to pay, and we eat mostly out of the garden, except for meat. We have to buy LP gas, but only in the winter and some for cooking. The electric bill is usually about $85. The internet bill is $44 a month now. It went up a little. The phone is about that much, and we don't use our cell phones too much. They cost us about $25 a month for minutes, so it's just the insurance that is high."
"That's going to be the big one," Robert said. "It's $450 a month and we have to keep that to cover the baby. It comes to about $810 a month for bills, not counting property taxes. Last year that was $460 for the year, but it will go up.
Erin said, "Wait a minute! If our income is low enough, we can get the government subsidy on health insurance."
Robert shook his head, "Not if we make much more money this year. "I've made about $15,000 so far and you've made what, about $5,000? That puts us close to the max now for that subsidy, I think."
Erin said, "We'll have to look it up, but I think the amount you could earn went up this year. Heck, we might qualify for food stamps, too. Let me get on the 'net and find out some things. We're not going to go hungry, I can tell you that. The LP tank is full, and it won't get cold for a while yet, and we have enough canned up to eat and in the freezer to last us for at least a year."
Robert said, "Don't forget the homeowners insurance. We paid that for the year, but it will come around next year. That was over $1,200. I'll have to figure out how to make some money, somehow."
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"It's one of your rings. I told him where to get it and that if he spent too much on it I wouldn't marry him, just like you did."
Robert admired the ring and gave Cindy a kiss on the cheek. "Congratulations! I think you two, no, you five will be happy together."
"You get to be our witnesses and all that. Be ready because we're doing it tomorrow afternoon at the Courthouse, okay?"
Erin said, "Ooh, that's fast!"
"He needs me there before school starts, and we'd be living together now, but his Mom would've had a fit with the kids there and all. So, yeah, we're making it happen fast."
Cindy was beaming. Erin gave her big hug and said, "You've got a good one this time. I can tell. And you deserve him."
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Three days later, Cindy loaded her things in Chad's truck and told Erin, "You can have your room back now." She poked Erin's growing belly with a fingertip and said, "You're going to need it."
Erin smiled and said, "We're going to miss you. Don't be a stranger, just because you're down the road a few miles, okay?"
Chad said, "I don't think there's any danger of that. She talks about you folks a lot."
"We'll drop in soon. Gotta get this stuff put up before grandma gets too tired of the kids. See ya!"
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Robert said, "What do you think? Will this work?"
Erin looked around at what had been Cindy's room and nodded slowly, "This will be fine. This is plenty of room for the baby. The canned goods are fine. No need to move them. And we have a living room again!"
"Yeah, but that couch doesn't smell so good after spending the summer in the barn. We should toss that and go look for one at a thrift store or something."
"Let me work on that. You've got enough to do," Erin said. "Let's set it out on the back porch and let it air out some. It might be okay, but I'll look for one anyway."
Erin had no luck at either Goodwill or the Salvation Army thrift store, so she began to search the online sources. It was a couple days later she found a couch and matching chairs on Craigslist for $50 in Greenville and called the number.
"Hello, this is Erin Evans calling about you Ad to sell the couch. Do you still have it?"
"Well, hello Erin! We haven't heard from you in a while!"
Erin recognized the voice as Robert's mother, Mary Ann. "Oh! I didn't know it was you!"
"I gave up and got a cell phone like everybody else, so you wouldn't know the number. Are you and Robert okay?"
"We're fine. We're just shopping for a couch. It's a long story, but ours is shot."
"Well, c'mon up and get it. It's a good couch, but it's too big for this tiny living room and I'm tired of cleaning around it. We're going to get a love seat and a chair that will fit better."
"I'll tell Robert and will he be surprised! No! I'll just tell him I found a couch in Greenville and let him figure it out when we get there."
"You're full of mischief, aren't you?"
"Gotta have fun when you can. When would be a good time?"
"Oh, most any time. In the evening, I suppose, after Robert gets off work."
"Let me go yell at him."
Erin found Robert in the barn and said, "We need to go get a couch tonight after supper, okay?"
"Sure. Where is it."
"Greenville."
"Okay. We can drop by Mom and Dad's, too and see how they're doing."
Erin told Mary Ann, "We'll see you about 7:00 then. Yeah, bye."
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Robert looked at Erin and said, "You're rotten, you know it?"
"Yeah. It's fun, though."
Bill Evans chuckled and said, "Let's load this thing up so I can have some peace around here. No, I'm not taking your money. I'd pay you to take so Mary Ann will get off my case about it. You get the chair with it. Not my Lazy Boy, but the leather one that matches."
Not to be outdone, Mary Ann said, "You have to take those big afghans I made for it too. They're too big for the one we're going to get."
"Dad, our house is small, so don't be loading us up with any more stuff."
Bill smiled and said, "You don't have that pole barn full yet, do you?"
"Now Bill, don't be picking on him," his wife said.
"I'm not! I wouldn't do that. Just tryin' to help make sure they got all they need, and I've got something he needs. Come out to the garage, son."
"What are you up to, Dad?"
"Y'know that old stove we took outa the farm house years ago? It's a good one and I thought you might want some heat in that pole barn this winter, in case you wanna work on somethin' out there. I need more room to do some woodworking out here, so you'd do me a favor if you moved it out. Nobody wanted it at the auction sale, so I brought it here. It's rusty, but it's too good to throw in the junk."
"That might be a good idea. I'll have to find someplace to cut some wood, but I might know where to get it."
Bill removed the plastic table cloth covering the old stove and sawdust went everywhere. He left that to clean up ater and the two of them wrestled the stove out.
"I'll have to come back and get this. The couch and chair have the truck filled up. I'll be back in the morning, since I'm not working now."
"What happened to your job?"
Robert told him the series of events and said, "Not much out there for jobs now, either, so I'll have time to get this stove set up and fix some things this winter."
"I hate to hear that. Hope you find something soon. If you need something, just let me know. We've got some money put away, you know."
"Thanks, but we're fine for a good while. We have at least a year's wages saved and it doesn't cost us much to live now. We could stretch what we have for 2 or 3 years if we had to."
Bill nodded and said, "If I hear of anything in your line, I'll let you know. I still go down to the restaurant for coffee in the mornings and talk with all the other old liars and gossips in there. If that bunch don't know about a thing, it's not worth knowin' about."
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Chapter 25 September, 2015
A visit to Thad Wright was all it took to find firewood to cut. He had half a mile of fencerow to be cleaned out. All he asked of Robert was to stack the brush out in the field where he could burn it safely.
"It'd be a favor to me, 'cause that fencerow stunts the crops next to it. I'd rather you cut it and get some good out of it, than to pay a dozer man to clean it out and have all the mess of stumps in the way. You cut it and I can spray it with brush killer and keep it from comin' back."
"It's sure a help to me," Robert told him. "I'm not working now, so I'm trying to do things as cheap as I can."
Thad wasn't finished yet. He said, "You wouldn't be interested in a wood stove would you?"
"My Dad just gave me one to use in the pole barn, but thanks for asking."
"I don't mean a heatin' stove, I mean a wood COOK stove."
"I don't know if we could make it fit in that little house."
"It's a little one and I know durn well it'll fit, 'cause that's where it come from. It used to b'long to old man Heddon that built that place. When he died I bought it at the sale, an' it's been settin' in my old garage ever' since then. My wife passed away b'fore I got it put in here, an' I lost interest in it. I just coveredit up with a tarp and left it there."
"My wife would kill or die for one of those. She loves antiques, and she'd do anything to save a dollar."
"I'll tell ya what. You come look at it and bring her over if you want to, and I'll sell it for what I give fer it."
One look at the old stove and Robert knew that as soon as Erin saw it, she'd have to have it. It was a light brown enamel finish with white enamel in all the door panels. Bright nickel plated trim on the foot rail all the door handles made it sparkle.
"How much do you want for it?"
"Like I said. Just what I paid fer it. Give me $14 and take it home."
"You're kidding?"
"Nope. That's what I give fer it and that's what I want. Fact is, that house is where it BELONGS. He bought that stove fer his wife b'fore he built the house and they lived in a old chicken house in the Depression back then. Had it done up pretty nice, but it wasn't much of a place. I grew up on this farm here, and I used to go over there as kid and they treated me awful nice. They raised pigs and saved until they could afford to build that house, and she was tickled with it. He'd got a job when they was buildin' a dam on the river and made good money fer a while. They was good neighbors and it'd do me good to see that stove back in there with somebody that wants it."
Robert decided he shouldn't argue with the old man and paid him on the spot. Thad said, "Now let's don't strain ourselves loadin' that thing. I'll be back with the tractor."
Thad's big tractor and front loader made short work of loading the stove in Robert's truck. He had the stove tied in with some straps and was ready to leave when Thad shut the tractor off and came up to the truck.
"They's one more thing I'd like to get from that stove, if you don't mind."
"What's that?"
"I want a batch of good biscuits when your wife learns how it works. And make sure you cut some of that dead Sassafras in the fencerow first. It's dandy fer a fast breakfast fire on a cold mornin'."
Robert smiled and said, "I'll make sure you get some biscuits!"
The old man smiled as Robert drove out. Robert wondered how old he was, but he didn't want to ask.
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"WHERE DID YOU GET THAT??!!"
"Old Mr. Wright, next door had it and he decided we should have it."
Erin did a happy dance and clapped her hands like a little girl. Robert told her the story, then said, "Better close your mouth while there's still flies around."
She began to chatter then about where it belonged and how fast they could get it installed. That took more doing than Robert had expected, since they had to remove some of the extra cabinets from the kitchen. While he did that, Erin was in the pole barn scrubbing on the old stove with steel wool soap pads and oven cleaner and he didn't know what else. By the time he had the chimney opening exposed again and cleaned up his mess, she had the stove looking like new. They moved the extra cabinets to the pole barn and put up new stovepipe.
"Now we won't need to fill that LP gas tank again," Erin told him.
"Yes we will. The furnace and water heater still use gas."
"Not if we got this thing going, they won't. You don't know about wood ranges, do you?"
"No, I never was around one."
"My grandma had one and it heated their whole house most of the winter, and it was a big house. This one has a water tank on it just like hers. Unless you just HAVE to have a hot shower, you can turn the water heater off and use the bath tub."
"If it makes that much heat, it will be miserable in hot weather."
"Not if you take it out to the barn it won't. That's how you do that. You cook outside until it starts to get cold and then move it back inside again. Grandma told me all about it. She had a real summer kitchen in a separate building just off the back porch. Now get busy and cut me some Sassafras wood and some good dry oak and make sure it will fit in this little firebox. I want to practice making biscuits. That old man deserves some good ones."
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Chapter 26 October, 2015
There was a bit of chill in the air one morning when Thad Wright came to breakfast.
"MMMM-mmmm! These biscuits sure are good. Pass me some more of that grape jelly, would ya?"
Erin handed it to him and sat back smiling. "Those suit you all right?"
Thad said, "Young lady, I never ate this good since my wife passed away, God rest her soul."
They all ate the rest of their breakfast and Erin refilled the coffee cups from the graniteware coffee pot on the wood stove.
Thad said, "Oh, man that was GOOD! Yeah, just about half a cup. You made that jelly from them grapes back there, didn't you?"
Erin smiled and nodded.
"I knew it, 'cause those are Steuben grapes. They taste better'n those Concords. I'd give something for a jar of that stuff, if you got any to spare."
Erin walked to the shelves by the laundry and brought two pints of the jelly out. She sat them on the table in front of him and said, "There's more where that came from when you run out."
"Oh, sweetie if you could stand to kiss an old man goodbye, I can go home and die happy!"
She kissed him and gave him a hug as he started for the back door with his jelly.
Thad looked at Robert and said, "You're a lucky man. I better go see after the hired help and the milkin'. They won't work unless I'm standin' over 'em."
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Robert had been busy. He had a pig pen built, had bought some shelled corn direct from a neighbor, and had 18 feeder pigs in the pen. The pen was big, almost a half acre in extent, so they didn't make much of a mess except where they were fed and watered. He'd cut a lot of firewood, and it seemed like the splitting would never be done, but there were tall stacks of the small stuff in the pole barn cut to fit Erin's range. He had a few ricks cut to fit the stove in the pole barn, too, but it was comfortable to work in there with a light jacket even if it was cold outside.
Erin had a good part of the basement filled with potatoes in baskets, and beets in plastic totes filled with moist sand, and pumpkins and winter squash sitting alongside those. The new freezer they bought had the last of the sweet corn in bags, some green peppers, and broccoli besides the meat they had found on sale.
She learned long ago that when meat was near its' expiration date it could be bought cheap. Freezing it immediately would keep it as long as you wanted. She'd found 22 pounds of prepared sausage, some whole pork loins, and 30 pounds of hamburger for about half price and repackaged it in small amounts. She got some butter on sale in whole one pound packages that didn't sell as well as the ones cut into 4 sticks. There was a big package of bacon scraps that she would use to season dry beans or green beans, and several pounds of good quality bacon in 2 pound packages that were almost out of date, too. Chicken was cheap, so she bought it on sale at every opportunity and eithe rcut it up and froze it, or cooked a whole one to make several meals, some with dressing, some cooked off the bones to make chicken soup, and some made into chicken ala king frozen for an easy meal.
They planned to butcher a pig when they got big enough, so she left room for that, filling the extra space with milk jugs of water to make the freezer more efficient. In the cool basement, it didn't run much anyway. The electric bill stayed low, by being careful to shut off lights and unplugging anything else that wasn't in use. They kept the water heater turned off and used some hot water from the kitchen stove to do laundry in warm water. They set the thermostat on the furnace at 55 degrees and used to wood stove to keep it from coming on when it got cold out.
There were no jobs to be had, it seemed. They both had tried applying everywhere they could think of, to no avail. A few businesses in town had closed, and Robert had noticed that his old employer had quit renting the house he had used for an office and was working from his home.
Thad stopped by mid morning one cold day and found Robert filing his old chainsaw in the pole barn.
"Good morning, Thad. How're you doing?"
"Well, I got a problem. That one kid that was helpin' me do the milkin' got drunk and got hisself locked up last night an' I had to do his job an' mine too this mornin'. He ain't got a job now. I need a hand and was wonderin' if you'd want to do that? I can't pay much, but it beats nothin', I guess."
"Sure, I'll be glad for the work. I never been around a dairy, though."
"But you said you grew up on a farm, right?"
"Yeah, but Dad raised beef, and hogs, and a few chickens. It was small operation."
"Well, that's good. You know how to work and you've been around cows, so you won't act a fool like some of these kids I get. I can show you all you need to know the first day."
"What time you want me there?"
"We start milkin' in the mornin' at 7:00 o'clock, and in the evenin' at 5:00 o'clock. The mornin' milkin' is heavier, of course, but that works out good for us. It takes about an hour and a half, twice day. I can pay $10 an hour, and all the milk you want, long as you don't tell nobody where it come from. Ain't supposed to sell unpasturized milk, but they never said I can't GIVE it away. I been drinkin' it for 70-odd years an' I ain't dead yet."
"I'll be there. I'll need boots, in the barn. Where do you get yours?"
"Don't worry 'bout that. I got boots. Goes with the deal."
"That sounds like a good deal to me."
"I was hopin' you'd say that. Well, I better go. I got things to do. See ya tonight, an' bring somethin' to put a couple gallons of milk in. That'll give you enough to get started makin' some butter an' you can give the skim to the hogs or whatever."
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Robert decided to walk to Thad's place, it being less than half a mile and he could see no reason to burn gasoline for that. He carried a two gallon water jug in one hand and his .22 rifle in the other, hoping to see a rabbit on the way. None appeared, so he went in the milk barn and sat his rifle and jug down by the door. It was a learning experience that evening and he left more tired than he expected, but he was sure that would get a lot easier with experience. Thad thanked him for coming on time and being some real help the first day.
"If ya go home by the lane back there an' through the woods to your house, you might jump a rabbit on the way. I reckon that's why you brought the rifle."
"Yep, sure is. I'm not too sure I can hit one, but I thought it was worth a try."
He didn't see anything on the way home, but he got a new look at the countryside and saw more of Thad's farm. It was a pleasant walk, too, and not that much worse than walking on the road. He didn't have to worry about traffic for one thing, although there was little enough of that. The jug of milk got pretty heavy by the time he got home, though.
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Cindy and Chad stopped on evening on their way home from shopping. Cindy came into the house and said to Erin, "We have a bunch of kittens that are weaned now. I thought you might want one, with you gripin' about mice last winter."
Erin said, "'I'd love to have a kitten! I haven't had one since I was a kid. Heck yeah, I want one! Can I come pick it out?"
"Sure. How about you come over for supper sometime and we'll visit a while? We haven't seen you all in ages."
"It will be 7:00 o'clock before we can make it. Robert is helping the neighbor milk cows now and he doesn't get home until after 6:30."
"That's fine. Maybe tomorrow night? It's Friday, so the kids don't have to get up the next day and can stay up later."
"We'll be there."
"I have to run. See you tomorrow."
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Erin and Robert had left with their new Marmalade kitten and Cindy was getting the kids headed for bed. Cindy had Callie convinced that she could have a bath by herself and sent her off to do that. Andy and Nick were dawdling in their room, probably playing computer games.
Chad said, "It's a shame that Robert lost his job. That has to suck, big time."
"Yeah. He's a really good guy. I hate to see it happen to him. It ain't like it's the first time, though. he's been through a lot. I don't know how he keeps it together."
"What's that mean?"
"Would you believe that a couple years ago he was a big shot in some corporation in Louisville?"
"Really?"
"Yep. Rolex, silk suits, big house in Georgetown, and all that. Lost his job and his wife dropped him the next day."
"Oh, hell. She must have been a piece of work."
"Sounded like it from what I heard. She was a big time gold digger, and took him for all he had in the divorce. He started over again here with near nothing. Then Erin grabbed him and they've been doing good, but now they're both out of work. I just wish I could do something. They've been real good to me."
Chad said, "Hey, if he bounced back that well the last time, I bet he does this time, too. He'll find something. Can't stay without a job for long the way prices keep going up."
"Don't think so. I mean, he won't find a job like he had, even like he had here in town."
"Times are hard, I know, but there has to be something he can get. I mean, he's been to college and he's an accountant, so that should do it."
Cindy shook her head. "Yeah, he's all that, and he knows a lot about investments, too, Erin told me. Made a lot of money at that, and he keeps studying that stuff. Erin said that when HE says there's nothing out there, you'd better believe him. He worked for that guy Bartel that had the aco****ing office, you know? Well, he kept the books for a lot of businesses here in town so he knows they are all in bad shape."
"You're starting to get me worried."
"I know I'm worried. Erin said They've got some money saved up, and they are getting by, but it's hard."
"I don't want to think about losing my job. I just can't go there. I have to take care of you and the kids."
"You probably oughta think about it then, don'cha think? I wish I had thought about it more before I lost my job. There's things I coulda done then."
"Like what?"
"Well, for years I lived from paycheck to paycheck. I wanted to get married and I was lookin' in all the wrong places. I did a lot of running around and dating, and spent way too much on that. I shoulda had sense enough to save some money and lived a lot cheaper. My folks taught me how, but I didn't pay much attention then."
"I gotta think about this," Chad said.
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Chapter 28 November, 2015
Bill Evans was almost finished with his birdhouse. It was an eight room Martin house that he planned to put on what had once been a flag pole in the back yard. He shut off the table saw and decided to go in the house for a cup of coffee, pleased with his work so far. He went in the back door and fell over the his wife lying on the kitchen floor. He hit his shoulder on a kitchen chair on the way down, but that kept him from hitting the floor so hard, landing on his left shoulder instead.
"I'm sorry Mary Ann. Mary Ann? What's the matter?"
Bill thought she felt a little cool, so he tried to turn her over and he began to realize the truth. She wasn't breathing. He began to do mouth to mouth, pinching her nose shut to make it work, but with one hand on her neck, he could not feel her pulse. Bill kept at the mouth to mouth until he was so tired he couldn't do it any more. He felt for his new cell phone on his belt and fumbled until he got it open and turned on, still sitting on the floor. The 911 dispatcher answered and said she'd have an ambulance on the way immediately. Bill collapsed against the cabinet behind him and sat there, too
tired to move until he heard the siren. He made it to the front door and got it unlocked in time for the EMT's to come in, then he sat down until they had Mary Ann in the ambulance. They would take to the New Albany hospital, he nodded and wearily got his coat to follow in their car.
Mary Ann was pronounced DOA at the hopital, later determining that she had died of a burst aneurism.
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Erin told Robert, "Go to your Dad. Now."
Robert was in shock at the news, and said, "I have to be at Thad's in an hour to milk. He depends on me."
"GO NOW! I'll go take care of that. Get your head together and go see your Dad. HE'S the one that needs you."
"Okay. Yeah, that's right. What's wrong with me?"
"He said he's at home, so you go there. Take my car. I can drive the truck and I might need it for something. Now you get dressed for it and make sure you're thinking straight before you leave, okay? Take some of this chicken soup with you, because your Dad isn't going to have sense enough to eat, and you might not either. You just go see about your Dad, and I'll come along later."
"Okay, okay. I'm all right now. I'll get started."
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Erin arrived at the milk barn in jeans and her work coat. She told Thad what happened and she would need directions to do the job.
"Why, you didn't have to come! Just lemme know what's goin' on and I can do it."
"No, if you didn't need somebody you wouldn't have hired Robert, so I'm here. Let's get to it."
Thad knew a stubborn woman when he saw one, and agreed. He got her started washing cow udders and hooking up milkers.
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Mary Ann Evans was buried at their church cemetery 3 days later, with a crowd of their friends and neighbors attending. Bill Evans refused to go home with Robert and Erin. He went to his own home and fended off the offers of food and comfort as best he could. His refrigerator was still overfull and the table sat full of deserts from well wishers. Bill and his old farm dog, Jake ate what they could of it all before it got too old. Jake was as morose as Bill for a couple days, but got Bill up to take him outside when he needed to go.
For the next month, Bill spent more time talking to Jake than he did to any of the people he knew. He didn't go to church the next Sunday, having overslept after a night of sleeplessness. Jake got him up whining to go outside.
"Okay, c'mon y'old mutt. I'll take you out."
Jake sniffed around the back yard and pointed at a bush with a bird in it, then looked at Bill with a doggy smile.
"That bird's not bothering anything. Let's go back inside."
The dog's tail drooped as he followed his master in the door.
Thanksgiving was coming up, but Bill paid no attention to it until Erin called one day. She wouldn't take no for an answer so he agreed to come spend the day with them. Bill decided he had better do some laundry and got busy at that, then cleaned up in the kitchen the next day and returned a bunch of cake plates and pie dishes to their rightful owners.
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Thad was pleased with his new help for the few days Erin worked for him. She got as much done as the young man who had been milking for him for almost a year. Part of that was because the young guy spent more time than necessary talking to Erin, or just watching her when he should have been working. Thad had to admit that he enjoyed watching a pretty girl too, but that didn't get the cows milked.
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Sharon Evans was aghast when she got the notice and marched into her boss's office with her characteristic swaying hips. She dropped the letter on his desk and said, "What's the meaning of this?"
"It means what it says, that the company has had significant losses the past two years, and they are cutting the budget for sales. More resources are to put into direct sales and less into middle management. Unnecessary positions will be eliminated and the rest of us will take a 30% cut in salary."
"I can't take a 30% cut in salary. You'll have to do something about that."
"You don't get a salary cut. Your position is being eliminated at the end of the month. I'm sorry, but that's what I have been told. Thee's nothing I can do about it."
Sharon was stunned. "You can't DO this!"
"I can't do anything else. Those are my orders. In view of your fine performance record and our excellent working relationship, I will give you the finest possible reference for a position elsewhere. That is the best I can do."
Sharon was nothing if not mentally agile. She swept aside emotions and said, "There is a severance package, is there not?"
Her boss gave an exaggerated nod and said, "That's correct. The company will pay your personal insurance for up to a year, or until you find other employment. Your years here entitle you to the maximum severance pay of 6 months salary. In this business environment, I don't thinnk there is a better package anywhere."
She knew that was true, but she cast about for another thing to ask from him. Nothing came to mind, so she simply said, "I'll consider this and talk to you again."
Back at her desk she looked at the leather bound calendar on his desktop and saw that she had 8 calendar days of employment left and today was one of them. She didn't know what to do next. This was totally unexpected, despite rumblings about a shake up in the main office. She'd have to find a position fast before the whole industry was overloaded with resume's from her associates here.
She turned to her assistant's computer terminal and began to copy records to a 32 gigabyte thumb drive. The assistant was out of the office today, for which Sharon was grateful. It was a very fast terminal, but it took a long time to finish the process. Sharon stopped at Sam's Club on the way to her new home and bought a medium priced laptop and some software that occupied her for the evening getting it installed and running. She dumped the thumb drive to the hard disc on the laptop and after checking it for any problems, Sharon shut it down and went to bed.
Sharon was accosted by the security guard when she entered the building the next morning and told to wait for her boss to come down to the lobby. He came followed by a flunkie carrying a cardboard box with her name on it.
Sharon demanded, "What's going on?"
Her boss appeared to be very stressed as he said, "Someone downloaded a lot of critical business records from your assistant's computer yesterday. It is a serious breach of internal security, so I have been directed to not allow you back into the office. Your assistant is being sought as we speak. Since you did not have his password access, it is obvious you had nothing to do with it, but company policy has been changed to disallow any severed employee back in the building after they have been given notice."
He had turned to face away from where he knew the security camera could see his face and mouthed the words. "It's the best I could do." He had panic in his eyes, but got it under control before turning to the flunkie to say, "Take Ms. Evans' belongings to her car for her, please."
The young man looked up at her for direction as her boss said, "Thank you for everything, and I wish you the best of everything. Your letter of reccomendation is in there in a folder."
She shook his offered hand and turned away, determined he would not see her tears. Rather huskily, she told the young man, "Follow me," and stalked out the door with her head held high.
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Sharon knew her boss would do his dead level best to keep her out of any trouble. He didn't want his wife to know what he was really doing when he worked late, she was certain of that. Sharon knew she had been very good working late with him. She began to remember how she had to strive to keep up her facade during those sessions. He was not an attractive man, and a very poor lover, too. The whole affair had been disgusting, but it had gotten her two promotions. It had not been enough to keep her job, however.
The next day Sharon went to her investment advisor and told him to sell all her company stock, awarded to her as performance bonuses over the years. That was simple enough and would have no suspicion attached to it, since she would clearly need the money. She asked for the proceeds to be wired to her bank account, then went to the bank and deposited her severance check. Selling the stock was a good move on her part, since it dropped several points the next day when news of the cutbacks hit the markets.
Sharon's bank account now held $188,000. Her car was paid for, but the new house was not. In fact, she had borrowed 95% of the $368,000 to buy it, expecting to sell it in a couple years and make money. All she did was sleep there, so it showed practically no wear. It was very desirable address in the new gated community overlooking the Ohio River. She had moved up again after divorcing that fool of a country kid. But with an uncertain future, she knew it was time to sell the house.
There was little interest in real estate in that price range now, she learned and began to worry.
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Bill Evans had enjoyed the day with Robert and Erin. She had cooked a fine meal, although he had little appetite. Jake was glad to see him when he got home and enjoyed some turkey leftovers more than Bill did. When he let the dog out in the back yard Bill went to the garage and looked at his Martin house, still sitting untouched since that day.
It was hard to even go inside, but he had decided to clean up the place. Soon, Jake joined him and parked himself in his corner on an old rug. It had been a fairly warm day with now just the last of the sunshine coming in the door glass, but it was getting chilly so Bill hurried and got the place swept up. The bird house he put on his work bench and stacked all it's parts with it, then called Jake and went in the house.
An advertisement on television reminded him to call his insurance agent tomorrow. The funeral director would want to be paid and he needed to collect his wife's life insurance. As church members, their cemetery lots were paid for, but the burial expenses were high. He still needed to get their headstone engraved with the date of her death. The hospital had sent him a bill for some outrageous amount of money. He hadn't figured out what that was supposed to pay for, since they didn't really DO anything for his wife except pronounce her dead when she got there. The ambulance outfit wanted a big chunk, too. It made him mad to think about it, so he put that out of his mind for now. The life insurance should cover it.
"Hey Jake, you wanna watch Gunsmoke with me?"
The dog came over to him and sat down, expecting a head rub.
"I guess you don't care much, huh? Well, you're easy to please."
Bill went to sleep in the recliner and woke the next morning pretty stiff, but rested. Over morning coffee, he made his list of what he had to do today. Bill had grimly decided that life would go on, whether he was ready for it, or not.
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The more Sharon explored both the job market and the real estate market, the more she was convinced she was liable to lose the house and every dollar she had. She set about a plan to remedy that, first going to a stock day trader she had met with some valuable information for sale. She collected in cash. Days later, that day trader sold a large short contract on the stock of her previous employer, betting the price of the stock would go down. Within a month, it would, dramatically.
Next, she spent most of her money in the bank on gold coins. Then she took some coins to a different dealer to be checked for purity who found the coins to be fakes-gold plated tungsten, probably originating in China. Her attorney filed a lawsuit against the first dealer for fraud, not expecting to win the case. The real gold coins were secreted away, while the second dealer took custody of the fake ones while the lawsuit was pending.
When her next house payment was due she informed the bank that she was unemployed and could not make the payment. They began foreclosure proceedings the day she filed for unemployment. Sharon filed for bankruptcy, not concerned about her car which was titled in her mother's name. When the eviction notice came, she planed to move to her parents' home for a time.
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Andy answered the phone and said, "It's for you Mom". Cindy was inwardly delighted he had called her Mom. In a good mood she took the call from Wal Mart's manager saying she was being laid off due to slowing business sales and cost containment. She didn't mind a lot, since the kids were a full time job. The loss of income didn't bother her a lot, since Chad was a good money manager and they had no trouble paying the bills.
Chad heard the news and said, "I made the right decision then. I'm selling my truck to a guy at work. I want something that doesn't have a $600 a month payment and gets good fuel economy. Want to go shopping with me?"
"No, I don't think so. You can look faster without all of us. I can tell you that the Ford dealer has been sending out a lot of ads lately, so maybe they'd give a better deal than usual. The smaller car lots would have to do as well. Maybe it's a good time to buy something."
"I hope so, because this guy really wants my truck and I really want rid of that big payment, after hearing about Robert losing his job."
"We don't have any other big bills," Cindy said. "No mortgage or anything."
"That's the one thing I did right, I guess. We had a big term life insurance policy on my wife when she passed away. I never wanted to collect on it, but I did. Well, I paid the funeral stuff and paid off the mortgage. I figured I'd never have that much money at one time again, so I'd better do it. Thank goodness for that. I spent the rest of the insurance money on stuff for the place here, so I had to borrow most of it when I got the truck, Buying it was the one dumb thing I did."
"I think you did good. I mean, you were torn up about your wife and all, and nobody thinks right then. You're a good man, and don't you forget it."
Chad kissed her and said, "I'm glad you think so. I better get going. I'll eat when I get back."
The kids were all upstairs so he yelled at them and said he'd be back before bedtime. Cindy thought that she was liking Chad better all the time.
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Chapter 30 December, 2015
"I'm worried about your Dad, " Erin said. "He could get real depressed over losing your mother, you know."
"I don't know what we can do about it, except stay in touch with him."
"Yeah, I know, but I wish he was closer so we could check on him more often."
Blondie, their cat strolled into the kitchen and parked himself by her feet, looking up hopefully. Erin bent to pet him, but her growing belly got in the way. She did more of a squat and got her pant legs rubbed with cat hair. "Old people like to feel needed," she said. "He needs a reason to get up in the morning."
"He has a grandbaby on the way he wants to see and he does a little woodworking. He has some friends down at the restaurant in town there. He's not like a shut-in. I'm betting that he's planning a fishing trip right now. That camper is sitting there in his driveway doing nothing."
Erin wasn't satisfied, but she let it drop for now. It was time for Robert to leave for the morning milking. It wasn't that much work, but he had to be there, twice a day, 7 days a week. Still, it was keeping their heads above water for now. He made about $220 a week plus the milk Thad gave him. That was enough for them to live on and even save a few dollars, or stock some extras for when the baby came. Most of the money went to pay their insurance so they wouldn't have a huge hospital bill later. When that was over, Erin was thinking about having her tubes tied to be sure they didn't have more kids than they could afford. They hadn't needed to dip into their savings yet, and she wasn't planning on it. Being really poor scared her to death.
When her coffee got cold she got up and took the milk from the refrigerator to skin off the cream. She could take a pint of cream off each gallon and still have enough left in it to be drinkable. It was time to make some more butter, so she took the cold cream from the fridge in it's half gallon jar and shook it steadily for about 20 minutes until the fat began to gather in lumps, then coalesce into one larger lump. Three pints of the rich cream in the jar made almost a pound of butter. She worked the butter in a bowl with a wooden spoon to get all the moisture out of it she could to keep it from spoiling fast. She poured the water out of the bowl as it collected and began to work some salt into the mass.
When it suited her taste, she patted the soft butter into a small porcelain bowl she used for a mold and put it back in the fridge with the buttermilk she saved for making biscuits later. Her arms were tired from shaking the jar. She wanted a churn in the worst way, but they were expensive.
Blondie got a dish of buttermilk and loved it. He was growing fast eating table scraps, but she made sure he got something like a balanced diet. Erin noticed that since they got him as a kitten, she hadn't seen a mouse anywhere.
Robert had tried an experiment the last time he ground feed for the livestock. He ground some wheat first, separately and sifted it through her big kitchen strain. It wasn't as light and fluffy as she liked for flour, so she sacrificed a pair of stockings and sifted it through one of those. It made biscuits that they couldn't tell from store bought flour. The siftings, mostly wheat bran, went to the pigs. That wouldn't last long because they were going to butcher one soon and sell the rest. If the chickens didn't like it, maybe she would try finding a recipe for some kind of cereal to use it. They had several pounds of butter in the freezer now, and the pigs had grown like weeds with the milk in their feed. They should get more pigs as soon as weather permitted, she thought. That would add some needed income.
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Sharon had done a lot of driving to 3 other cities to sell gold coins for cash, always below market value, but with no paperwork involved and never more than a few in one place. She had always dressed in loose clothing, flat shoes, and wore an ugly brown wig that she tossed into the Ohio river on the way home. There would be no trail for anyone to follow concerning her money. She preferred dealing with pawn shops. There was a cost to all of this, but she was glad to get 3/4 of her money turned into cash that a bankruptcy court could not find. What money she left in the bank, her family's attorney convinced the court was the minimum necessary for a homeless person to support life.
Sharon bought herself a bottle of bubbly to celebrate New Year's Eve at home with her parents, watching the festivities on television. It was very good champagne. She had been evicted so she was officially homeless, unemployed, and divorced. But besides her nice clothes in the closet, and unknown to anyone but herself, she had a suitcase with $159,000 in cash to comfort her. She would look for a job next year, and a wealthy husband. She wasn't getting any younger and she knew it, but for now she was fine.
Her mother didn't like having her at home. It embarrassed her when friends visited. Sharon didn't care. She'd learned everything important that she knew from her mother, so she had no room to complain about it.
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"Daddy's home!" Callie yelled it and ran to the door. Cindy followed her and opened the door for him.
"I think I did good," he said. "I want you to go look before I buy it, but I found a good used Subaru Forester for $6,500. It's old, a 2005, but it only has 44,000 miles on it. If we all fit in it okay, I think it's a good deal."
Cindy asked, "Don't you need a truck to haul stuff? What about animal feed and all that?"
Chad smiled and said, "How about we trade off your car on a small pickup? There are some extended cab models I saw that would do for a while. When the kids grow some we'd need something else. I think that between what I get for my truck and your car to trade in, we can get something like that Subaru wagon and a small pickup without borrowing any money. And both of them will get better than 25 miles to the gallon, instead of 12. We get rid of a $600 a month truck payment and cut our gas useage in half. Sound good?"
That became the adults Christmas present to themselves. They were driving less now that Cindy wasn't working, and Chad had a company truck for his work, so he only had to go from home to work with it, about 6 miles each way. He decided he liked the small pickup they bought and drove it, leaving Cindy with a good reliable vehicle for her errands, and she loved the 4 wheel drive when the first snow came.
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