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home would lie.
Her finger rested on a tiny town called Buck Run. She spent that evening combing through the limited job offerings such a small town contained. When she spotted an opening for a physical therapist she shrieked with joy knowing her fated muse had guided her finger with precision. The next morning she was packed and on the road heading to her fifth new destination in as many years. Her phone’s GPS stopped working when she got close to town causing her to take a wrong turn. The wrong turn was a dirt road crossing in front of the farm she would eventually purchase.
She drove the dirt road at a sloth’s pace attempting to keep her teeth from rattling out of her head. As she rounded a sharp bend her future home came into view, Ziggie from his shotgun seat, issued a sharp bark of disapproval when his balance was interrupted by the rude curvature of the road. The fence surrounding the property couldn’t contain a wheelchair bound horse much less anything mobile. The boards were weathered gray and detached in dejected neglect. For her it was love at first glimpse when she spotted the ragged For Sale sign swinging a lopsided dance near the mailbox at the driveway’s end.
By the time Cara found the neglected overpriced property it had been sitting stagnant for four years, between probate and kids seeing dollar signs, every potential buyer was driven off by greed. Cara knew immediately that she would own the property and her dream, tamped down by life, of owning a u-pick fruit farm sat in front of her in all its neglected glory.
When Cara contacted the realtor who was weary of a property that would never sell, he was ecstatic to have a possible buyer for the red mark on his books. With much persuading the kids agreed to part with their childhood home that would soon be no more than a pile of dry lumber and faded memories without the maintenance it so sorely needed. Cara purchased it for a fraction of the asking price and had been methodically bringing it back to life.
***
Harper recalled the day Cara had called her about finding her dream home.
“Harper, Harper, Harper guess what!” Cara squealed in the same delighted voice of a kid learning of an upcoming trip to the Magical Kingdom.
“Cara, slow down. You’re gonna hyperventilate if you don’t breathe. In out, in out, in out.” Harper teased as Cara tried to contain her joy.
“I found my dream house, I really found it. I got a call from the bank and they approved my loan.” Cara continued trying to calm her ecstasy while she waited for Harper to respond.
“Oh, honey, I’m so happy for you.” A moment of jealousy flashed up then burned out that Cara’s life was starting fresh while hers had finished crumbling along with her doomed marriage.
With a flash of brilliance Cara declared. “Harper, how about you come live with me? We can be roomies and start over together.” A note of desperation Harper had never heard from Cara crept into her request.
“Cara, I’m barely hanging on here. I can’t afford to move cross country right now. Maybe in a few years after the farm is up and running I can come be your hired hand and do all the grunt work.”
With disappointment dripping from each syllable Cara voiced her assent to Harper’s position. “I know, but maybe someday it will happen. Until then I will be working my little rear off to make a palace for my future roomie.”
Harper smiled at Cara’s childish enthusiasm and willingness to always look for a bright spot even when things weren’t going her way. “Maybe when I move there you can have a man lined up that will treat me right and you’ll finally meet your fairytale princess. We can all live in bliss while we run your farm.”
Sudden silence echoed through the phone. Harper pulled the phone from her ear to stare at the screen, thinking they had lost connection.
“Cara, you still there?” The silence continued for several more seconds before Cara responded.
“Yeah, I’m still
Her finger rested on a tiny town called Buck Run. She spent that evening combing through the limited job offerings such a small town contained. When she spotted an opening for a physical therapist she shrieked with joy knowing her fated muse had guided her finger with precision. The next morning she was packed and on the road heading to her fifth new destination in as many years. Her phone’s GPS stopped working when she got close to town causing her to take a wrong turn. The wrong turn was a dirt road crossing in front of the farm she would eventually purchase.
She drove the dirt road at a sloth’s pace attempting to keep her teeth from rattling out of her head. As she rounded a sharp bend her future home came into view, Ziggie from his shotgun seat, issued a sharp bark of disapproval when his balance was interrupted by the rude curvature of the road. The fence surrounding the property couldn’t contain a wheelchair bound horse much less anything mobile. The boards were weathered gray and detached in dejected neglect. For her it was love at first glimpse when she spotted the ragged For Sale sign swinging a lopsided dance near the mailbox at the driveway’s end.
By the time Cara found the neglected overpriced property it had been sitting stagnant for four years, between probate and kids seeing dollar signs, every potential buyer was driven off by greed. Cara knew immediately that she would own the property and her dream, tamped down by life, of owning a u-pick fruit farm sat in front of her in all its neglected glory.
When Cara contacted the realtor who was weary of a property that would never sell, he was ecstatic to have a possible buyer for the red mark on his books. With much persuading the kids agreed to part with their childhood home that would soon be no more than a pile of dry lumber and faded memories without the maintenance it so sorely needed. Cara purchased it for a fraction of the asking price and had been methodically bringing it back to life.
***
Harper recalled the day Cara had called her about finding her dream home.
“Harper, Harper, Harper guess what!” Cara squealed in the same delighted voice of a kid learning of an upcoming trip to the Magical Kingdom.
“Cara, slow down. You’re gonna hyperventilate if you don’t breathe. In out, in out, in out.” Harper teased as Cara tried to contain her joy.
“I found my dream house, I really found it. I got a call from the bank and they approved my loan.” Cara continued trying to calm her ecstasy while she waited for Harper to respond.
“Oh, honey, I’m so happy for you.” A moment of jealousy flashed up then burned out that Cara’s life was starting fresh while hers had finished crumbling along with her doomed marriage.
With a flash of brilliance Cara declared. “Harper, how about you come live with me? We can be roomies and start over together.” A note of desperation Harper had never heard from Cara crept into her request.
“Cara, I’m barely hanging on here. I can’t afford to move cross country right now. Maybe in a few years after the farm is up and running I can come be your hired hand and do all the grunt work.”
With disappointment dripping from each syllable Cara voiced her assent to Harper’s position. “I know, but maybe someday it will happen. Until then I will be working my little rear off to make a palace for my future roomie.”
Harper smiled at Cara’s childish enthusiasm and willingness to always look for a bright spot even when things weren’t going her way. “Maybe when I move there you can have a man lined up that will treat me right and you’ll finally meet your fairytale princess. We can all live in bliss while we run your farm.”
Sudden silence echoed through the phone. Harper pulled the phone from her ear to stare at the screen, thinking they had lost connection.
“Cara, you still there?” The silence continued for several more seconds before Cara responded.
“Yeah, I’m still
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