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I then sit back in my seat. “How is it that you always convince me to participate in your little schemes?”

“Because I’m very persuasive. And, if you don’t want to admit it, I basically run your business.”

“I guess. I’m starting to feel a whole new sympathy for Seamus.” Even if he didn’t want all of those kids, he would’ve had no hope against his wife’s wishes.

She must not be listening to me because she does not have a comeback.

“Oh! Look at this place!”

“What am I looking at?”

“A plot of land. Well, multiple.”

“It does look nice. But notice the asking price?”

“Yeah. I assume that’s close to what this place and the one next door will cost you at the end of the day.”

“Two million dollars! Are you nuts?” As I said, numbers mean very little to this woman.

“Well, I don’t know.”

“It’s closer to $500,000.”

“Oh.”

“…yeah.”

“So, this place is out?”

“I’d say so, yeah.”

“Hmm.” She spins the device so that the screen is toward her again. Then, she continues typing.

I leave her to it and go into Dylan’s room to check on him.

“What are you up to?” I ask, when I open his door and find him scribbling away at his desk. It’s summer, so I know he doesn’t have schoolwork.

“Nothing.” He quickly covers whatever is before him with his arms.

“Come on. Let me see.”

He resists but eventually gives up.

It’s a drawing of an old-time pirate ship.

“Dyl, this is really cool.”

“It’s nothing.”

“What? No way. I had no idea you were this talented.”

“It’s not like your paintings or anything.”

“That’s not true. Both mediums take patience and some natural ability.”

“Whatever.”

I sit down on his bed. “No, it’s not whatever. Are you interested in art?”

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