“We had a construction crew contribute a used mobile home to our organization. They purchased a larger, updated unit, and we wanted to see if you’d be interested in the one they’ve donated. It’s larger than your current home, and no repairs are needed. Yet there may be additional taxes associated with it as it’s a more expensive unit.”
I grimace. Everything sounded like we hit the lottery until that last sentence. “I’m very interested. I’m just not sure about the taxes.”
“I have a breakdown of what would be required. Nothing would be needed upfront. As you know, there are no state personal property taxes in Florida, only local. And Candy Cane Key is very reasonable compared to other local government rates.”
Stephanie hands me a sheet of paper, and I smile, knowing this is more than doable.
“Yes, yes! We can afford this. Do we have to pay to have the old unit removed?”
“No. That’s all taken care of. We can arrange to have the new unit delivered next week.”
Reaching up, I cup my cheek. I haven’t had anything happen that could make me smile like this since… well, since my date with Matthew. “Thank you. I can’t tell you how grateful we are for your generosity.”
“We’re happy to do it. You and your grandpa were vetted for a new home build before you decided against it. It’s apparent this town thinks a lot of you and your grandfather. We had story after story shared with us about the two of you. How you came to the aid of so many, delivering food from your farm and even taking in a pig so it wouldn’t be put to slaughter. I’m pleased we found an alternate way to repay your kindness to others.”
Her words bring tears to my eyes. Pops and I never thought twice about sharing what we had. Seeing their faces when we delivered the extra food we’d harvested, along with a home-baked pie or a loaf of bread, was all the compensation we needed.
“Well, I’ll leave this packet of paperwork for you to fill out. Just drop it in the mail once you’ve completed it, and someone will be in touch to make the arrangements.”
“Thank you, Stephanie.” I rub the pad of my thumb over the little rock in my pocket. “And please pass on our gratitude to everyone involved.”
“I will. Goodbye.”
Heading back inside with the papers clutched to my chest, I take a look around. Suddenly, I’m more motivated than ever to get this place packed up. I don’t know how long Pops will have once we receive the new place, but I’ll do everything I can to ensure he enjoys every day.
Between this and that prize money, things are really going to turn around for the Albrights!
Chapter 25
Ellie
I can’t believe it. This mobile home is like something out of a showroom. It was delivered only moments ago, and it doesn’t seem real. I had no idea they were including new furniture. There’s a new bed and mattress in the back bedroom for Pops, a brand new couch and dining table in the main living area, and a separate bedroom at the other end of the unit for me. I cried when I opened the door.
I wish I could manage to transfer all of our belongings to the new unit without help. But between work and looking out for Grandpa, I’ll never get things moved in time for them to pick up our current monstrosity on Saturday. God. I didn’t allow myself to realize how unsafe our home had become until this shiny new one arrived. It was probably out of self-protectionism that I saw it through rose-colored glasses.
Reaching for my phone, I look for the number with shaky hands.
“Ellie? Everything okay?” Just hearing the rumble of his deep voice has hearts dancing above my head like a Mickey and Minnie cartoon.
“It’s better than okay. Why?”
“You never call. I got worried.”
“I’m sorry. I never want to bother you. Well, until today.” I giggle.
“You’re never a bother. Is there something you need?”
“Yes. We were gifted a new mobile home.” I start to chastise him, honestly believing he was somehow in on this, but decide against it. “They’re coming to remove the old one on Saturday. I’m working each day until then and don’t want to take any more time away from Salty Jo’s. I’ve missed too much time with all of Grandpa’s admissions to the hospital lately. But any chance you could help me lug a few boxes?”
“Of course. I’m so sorry to hear about Pops, Ellie. Jo filled me in when I stopped by the other day for coffee, and you weren’t there.”
The corners of my mouth lift, knowing he stopped by until I register he was there for coffee. Not me. I’d thought our date was perfect. I’ve chastised myself for letting it get physical, knowing he’s leaving, but only briefly. It was the hottest night of my life. I’ll never forget it.
“What time should I come by?”
“I’m headed back to Salty Jo’s. I should be here by six. I feel terrible asking you after you’ve spent the whole day in the sun working. But I wasn’t sure who else to call.” The line goes quiet for a bit, and I’m suddenly regretting asking him.
“I’ll go home, take a quick shower, and make sure the day nurse can stay a little longer with Mom. I’ll take tomorrow off and finish whatever we can’t do tonight.”
