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“Hello, Mother,” I said when she finally answered the phone. Sometimes it would take her ages to locate it.

“Good morning, mon chéri.” I could sense she was in one of her sad moods. “Nice to hear your voice … finally.”

“Happy birthday …to Charlie,” I said.

“Happy birthday to Charlie,” she said. “He would’ve been thirty-seven now.”

“Right.”

“Perhaps married with a few children.”

“Definitely,” I said following our usual routine of imagining what Charlie’s life would have been if he was alive. “He would probably have had a few dogs, cats, horses and snakes or something.” My list of Charlie’s imaginary pets had always put a smile on my mother’s face. I heard her chuckling and I smiled. I didn’t want her to be too sad today. We chatted for a bit and ended our conversation with the usual lines. I felt that I had done something good today and deserved some decent news in return. And that’s exactly what I received.

It was in the afternoon when I obtained the anticipated update from Jared’s people. I was getting ready to meet with some acquaintances I had met in a night club a few years ago–a fun bunch of people who liked to party–who had promised that there would be some women I might like. Jared’s assistant called and informed me that they had sent me an email with the proposal’s outlines. She asked me to read it and, provided I was willing to accept it, asked me to stop by the office next week to look at the paperwork and asked permission for their team to visit Maple Grove House for some assessment work. I gave my approval to the team right away and thanked her for the call.

The outlines of the proposal were quite simple. Jared was willing to provide the necessary funds to build the cottages upon successful promotion of the project and receiving at least two downpayments. So I had to use my own money to begin the project and he would join me once he saw it was going well. I could not say I was happy with it, but it was a definite sign that he was interested. In my position, I felt like I had to roll the dice and accept it–beggars can’t be choosers and all that.