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The young girl explained that she did have a guest by that name but she was not at liberty to give out his room number. She would dial up his room and tell him he had a visitor in the office if he chose to come down. Kelly said thank you and a short time later a pleasant man in his mid-sixties entered the office.
“Hi, Mr. Locke? My name is Kelly Sherman. Alice, from the post office, mentioned that you might be looking for a rental?”
Mr. Locke gave her a smile and nodded yes, “Please call me Jonathan.”
Aware that the Jensen’s daughter was eavesdropping, Kelly suggested that they take a stroll outside to discuss business.
Kelly untied Max who greeted the new man enthusiastically. They began walking in the direction of Kelly’s house, while Mr. Locke explained his situation. Coincidentally, Mr. Locke was a writer, but not of fiction; non-fiction, mainly travel and adventure books, and sometimes books about wildlife. In addition, he was an aspiring photographer. He planned to be in Southeastern Alaska for three to five months and wanted to use Hanlon as his home base. The small quaint town provided him with space and the peace to concentrate, while still being a convenient plane ride to the other towns he planned to visit. And it was convenient to Anchorage should he need to get to a major airport for any reason. There would be times that he would be gone overnight, just one or two nights at a time, rarely longer.
Kelly chuckled softly explaining that she too was a writer and those had been the exact reasons that had brought her here to Hanlon. Although in her case, a temporary situation had turned into five years, and now would probably wind up permanent.
As they neared Kelly’s house she pointed in its direction and asked if he would like a tour. He remarked at how tidy it looked and how much space there was around as he enjoyed his privacy and didn’t want any neighbors right on top of him. They entered through the back door and he commented on the lovely back porch. “It will make a wonderful place to write over the summer.”
Kelly gave him the tour as they quickly worked out the details. It would be a three month lease, with the option of three more months if needed. He would take it fully furnished and his lease would begin the next day at five pm. He said he was very eager to get into something with a kitchen and more space not being a fan of motel living. This would work out better than Kelly could have dreamed.
Kelly pointed out a few things she would be taking with her and asked if it would be ok if she left a few boxes of personal items in the shed out back. That way if she needed anything in the future she could retrieve it without bothering him. He was very agreeable.
With the final arrangements made they shook hands and he left through the front door. Kelly told him she would drop off the key and her contact information to him tomorrow afternoon on her way out of town.
“I can’t thank you enough Ms. Sherman. Your home will suit me perfectly and I promise to care for it as if it were my own.” With that he was making his way back to town.
It was fast approaching dinner time and Kelly’s stomach began to growl. She had completely forgotten about lunch with the flurry of activity. She went to the kitchen to make a sandwich, and then fed Max. She headed out to the shed to retrieve her boxes. No time like the present to get started with packing.
By nine o’clock that night she had completed packing her meager amount of personal items. The boxes to be stored she had carried to the shed. She put a small padlock on the shed just in case Mr. Locke was to be gone for more than a day or two.
She loaded the other boxes into her Jeep, with the exception of Max’s things and the items she would need in the morning. With that task complete she poured herself a glass of wine and sat on the couch with
The young girl explained that she did have a guest by that name but she was not at liberty to give out his room number. She would dial up his room and tell him he had a visitor in the office if he chose to come down. Kelly said thank you and a short time later a pleasant man in his mid-sixties entered the office.
“Hi, Mr. Locke? My name is Kelly Sherman. Alice, from the post office, mentioned that you might be looking for a rental?”
Mr. Locke gave her a smile and nodded yes, “Please call me Jonathan.”
Aware that the Jensen’s daughter was eavesdropping, Kelly suggested that they take a stroll outside to discuss business.
Kelly untied Max who greeted the new man enthusiastically. They began walking in the direction of Kelly’s house, while Mr. Locke explained his situation. Coincidentally, Mr. Locke was a writer, but not of fiction; non-fiction, mainly travel and adventure books, and sometimes books about wildlife. In addition, he was an aspiring photographer. He planned to be in Southeastern Alaska for three to five months and wanted to use Hanlon as his home base. The small quaint town provided him with space and the peace to concentrate, while still being a convenient plane ride to the other towns he planned to visit. And it was convenient to Anchorage should he need to get to a major airport for any reason. There would be times that he would be gone overnight, just one or two nights at a time, rarely longer.
Kelly chuckled softly explaining that she too was a writer and those had been the exact reasons that had brought her here to Hanlon. Although in her case, a temporary situation had turned into five years, and now would probably wind up permanent.
As they neared Kelly’s house she pointed in its direction and asked if he would like a tour. He remarked at how tidy it looked and how much space there was around as he enjoyed his privacy and didn’t want any neighbors right on top of him. They entered through the back door and he commented on the lovely back porch. “It will make a wonderful place to write over the summer.”
Kelly gave him the tour as they quickly worked out the details. It would be a three month lease, with the option of three more months if needed. He would take it fully furnished and his lease would begin the next day at five pm. He said he was very eager to get into something with a kitchen and more space not being a fan of motel living. This would work out better than Kelly could have dreamed.
Kelly pointed out a few things she would be taking with her and asked if it would be ok if she left a few boxes of personal items in the shed out back. That way if she needed anything in the future she could retrieve it without bothering him. He was very agreeable.
With the final arrangements made they shook hands and he left through the front door. Kelly told him she would drop off the key and her contact information to him tomorrow afternoon on her way out of town.
“I can’t thank you enough Ms. Sherman. Your home will suit me perfectly and I promise to care for it as if it were my own.” With that he was making his way back to town.
It was fast approaching dinner time and Kelly’s stomach began to growl. She had completely forgotten about lunch with the flurry of activity. She went to the kitchen to make a sandwich, and then fed Max. She headed out to the shed to retrieve her boxes. No time like the present to get started with packing.
By nine o’clock that night she had completed packing her meager amount of personal items. The boxes to be stored she had carried to the shed. She put a small padlock on the shed just in case Mr. Locke was to be gone for more than a day or two.
She loaded the other boxes into her Jeep, with the exception of Max’s things and the items she would need in the morning. With that task complete she poured herself a glass of wine and sat on the couch with
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