be here for Gram. Plus, it would keep her sane. She could write wills, handle real-estate closings, and file lawsuits as well as anyone.
Before she could change her mind, or talk herself out of it, she paid for her groceries and almost ran down the street toward the newspaper office.
Doing a bit of real work instead of sitting around the house sent her adrenaline soaring.
She’d need her own phone line. Her steps slowed. Maybe she should rethink this. She didn’t know how long she’d be here.
Stay busy, use her brain, or watch Gram and Ed all day? She picked up her pace. She simply couldn’t endure many more days like the past week. Even if she didn’t get calls, she could hang out at the courthouse when Ed was with Gram and pretend she had a case. Who knows? The judge might feel sorry for me and give me one.
If he did, it would be pro-bono. But that was okay. She just wanted to work.
With a determined sigh, she turned into the tiny office of the local paper.
Her bank account looked good at the moment. If she had very many weeks without work, it would wither to virtually zero. Maybe she’d make enough over the next few weeks to keep afloat financially.
“With you in a minute,” a voice called from the back.
Kate put her two bags of groceries on the counter and looked around. Nothing had changed. A copy of last week’s edition was on the counter for the taking. Behind the counter were a couple of desks with a computer, phone, and fax machine.
She opened her cell phone, asked for information, and got the number for the phone company.
It didn’t take two minutes to get another line added to Gram’s. They would be out the day after tomorrow. Good.
“What can I do you for?”
Harry Greer hadn’t changed either. Gray hair touched the collar of a golf shirt that had seen better days. He had on a pair of knee length shorts and wore flip-flops. Harry didn’t believe in dressing up for work.
“I want to place an ad.”
“Kate Maroney? Someone told me you were in town.”
He walked to the counter and reached across to shake her hand. “You here to stay?”
“At least until Gram’s arm heals.”
“She all right?”
“She’s good.” Gram was doing a lot better than Kate. Her love life was in high gear, someone waited on her day and night, and, whether Gram would admit it or not, she loved the attention.
“What kind of ad?” he asked, a pad in his hand.
“How about: Need legal help? Call Kate Maroney at…” And gave him the new number.
“Wonderful. This town needs another attorney. Want to list office hours?”
“No. I’ll be at Gram’s. I can answer the phone any time.”
She wrote a check, picked up her bags, and turned to leave. “Good seeing you again, Harry.”
“You got a minute?”
She turned back to see his broad face wrinkled in thought.
“What is it?”
“I’ve been putting this off for a long time. Maybe you can help.”
Kate went back to the counter. “What can I do?”
Harry let out a sigh. “I need a will. My brother had a heart attack in Houston a couple of months ago and died without one. It’s caused quite a lot of trouble for his family.”
“I’m so sorry about your brother, but everyone needs a will.”
“I asked Karl about one, but he never got back with me. Would it be too much trouble for you to do it?”
“I’ll be glad to. Why don’t you jot down what you want in it. I’ll come back after dinner tonight, say around seven and we’ll go over it.”
“It’s a deal. See you at seven.”
By the time the dishes were done, Ed and Gram would be holding hands. Every so often, he’d steal a kiss.
It would be great to have a job to do. At least then, she wouldn’t be forced to watch the two of them.
When Dugan showed up, she wouldn’t be there. A circumstance that was both good and bad. Good, because she wouldn’t have to pretend he didn’t stir up unwanted feelings. Bad, because deep down she looked forward to his visits, and caught
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