“I presume you’d like us to rent a truck,” Sage said.
“A small one,” Brody replied. “It’s not like what we have…okay, will be borrowing—” he made finger quotes, “—amounts to that much. Four beds, three battered tables and some chairs.”
“What are you going to do about your cell phone and wireless access for your laptop?”
“I checked it out. The Wi-Fi is a no-go, unfortunately. The phone worked because there’s a town not all that far away so there must be towers.”
“One the size of a postage stamp,” Sage said when he brought up the address of the barn’s property on a map site—and the town about five miles from it. “Still, it explains why you got a connection.”
“Yeah. It means I’ll be able to get on the internet if I have to.” Brody smiled guilelessly at Sage. “That is if Mike’s willing to keep paying for my plan.”
“You know he will. Even more so, now, since you’ll be living in the boonies.”
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