Chapter 67

“So,” he said when the conversation had subsided, “what do you think?”

“If I understand everything you’ve just said,” Nate said, “it sounds good.”

“I think we should take the offer back to Jacksonville with us,” I said, “and run it by our accountant.”

“Yeah,” Nate said, “and if Jim says it looks good, I’ll do it. Can I sign it and fax it back to you?”

“Certainly,” the Realtor said.

“We’ll see the accountant first thing tomorrow morning,” I said.

“By the way,” the Realtor said, “we’re considerably east of I-4 right now.”

“So?” I said.

“If you turn left when you leave the restaurant, and follow this street a mile or so, you’ll come to a toll road which wraps around Orlando.”

“You’re talking about 417, aren’t you?” Nate said.

“Yes.”

“I’ve used it before. It hits I-4 just below the Seminole Towne Square Mall.”

“Good,” I said. “That means you get to drive.”

Jacksonville, FLMonday morning