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“Uh, yeah. Why not?”
“Okay, let’s hurry. We don’t want to get caught in another downpour.”
I actually have really fond memories of him at that very store. It was one of the first places we ever bonded.
“Wait? How is your blanket coming along? I completely forgot about that,” Dean asks, as we drive.
“Oh…it’s coming along, but actually my focus has mainly been the animals and keeping up the property. Well, that and finding a way to earn an income.”
“How is that coming along?”
I’m twiddling my fingers. “Not great.”
“What about the honey business?”
“Turns out that that market is a little saturated around here. When I called to see if I could set up a booth at the farmer’s market, I was told that there were already three other vendors selling just honey.”
“Ugh. I’m sorry. Mae, have you ever considered establishing your own law firm?” Wow, where did that come from?
“Actually, I’ve given that a little thought, but what would I practice? Where would I work?”
“Right here. You could practice environmental law or something and represent the family farms when larger conglomerates try to come in and change something about their process.…”
“Like someone wanting to buy their land and turn it into condominiums?” I smirk.
He just smiles at me. “Yeah, kinda like that.”
“It isn’t a bad idea. But I’m not sure if I could do that, Dean.”
“Why not?”
“Well, running your own business probably requires a lot of confidence, empowerment, and all of that?”
“Mae Dale, if there are two words I would use to describe you, I’d say they were confident and empowered.”
I’m genuinely surprised because I don’t see myself that way at all.
“Do you know how much of a feat it is to have me change my mind and turn down a huge chunk of cash?”
“Wait, Dad?” Dylan chimes in from the back seat, taking his massive headphones off.
“Yeah, Dyl?”
“You aren’t going to build Cornel Condominiums anymore?”
He looks in the rearview mirror. “No, we still will. Just not here.”
“So, we can stay?”
“Do you want to?” Dean seems genuinely shocked by his teen’s response.
“Yeah. I’ve gotten accustomed to the place.”
“I thought you hated it outside of the city?”
“Well, I did. But that was before we were stuck here, and I learned to appreciate the quiet. There are no sirens or buses. When you put your mind to doing something, you have the time and the focus too. How else do you think I burned through all of these pages?” He fanned out his drawings.
“May I see those?” I ask.
