Back at the motel, we found a FedEx package from the bank waiting for us containing temporary checkbooks and, to our amazement, two debit cards, one in my name and one in Mike’s name.
“Wow,” I said. “That guy built a fire under someone.”
“True,” Mike said, “but we won’t have PIN numbers until we get home, so these aren’t good for cash, just as Visa debit cards.”
“Babe,” I said, “we can walk into any bank and get a cash advance, if we need to, using them as Visa cards.”
“You’re right. I forgot about that, but I doubt it will be necessary.”
We drove up to the cabin to check on the progress and were overwhelmed. Mrs. Hawkins was a marvel. The entire downstairs was spotless and smelled of pine soap and other nice things. The floors gleamed, as did the windows. We walked up to the great room. The boys were working on the windows, and their mother was in the bathroom scrubbing the tile floor.