The place was moderately comfortable with no dust. There were shelves to the left and right that were bare of any product, and an empty bathroom was at the rear of the space. Fargo looked around, sucking everything in, and asked, “Why did Hardly Stationary leave?”
“Melissa Hardly wrapped up her business and moved to Florida. I think she has a sister in Tampa and plans to move in with her.”
Fargo removed his cowboy hat, looked around, and liked the high ceilings, maple-colored flooring, and rustic lights, which he had planned on keeping if he purchased the space. He also liked the windows, which were large panes and accessorized by two window seats, which he could maybe put saddles on display in. “It’s a great site. How much is the asking price?”
Bixby told him, which was lower than both of them imagined.
“Sounds like a steal.”
“It is. You’d be a fool to pass on it. Melissa Hardly wants to dump the property.”
“I have to think about it first. Rarely do I jump into things.”