“This week.”
Finn spun around and around until he got dizzy and plopped down on the ground at their feet. “My dream is finally coming true.”
Faye joined them carrying a plate of fruit she had helped herself to.
“Aunt Faye, guess what?”
“Tell me.”
“Dad said I can get a puppy!”
“It’s about time.”
“I know, right?”
They all laughed.
“I’ve got an appointment with a realtor to look at a property,” Faye said tentatively.
“What kind of property?” Kyle asked.
“A bar, right on the marina.”
“You wouldn’t happen to be talking about Skully’s old place, would you?” Ella asked.
“Yes! Do you know it?”
“I spent most of my early twenties sidled up to the bar there…when I wasn’t cramming for an exam.”
“I love it!”
“Wait a minute Sis, are you trying to tell me you want to own and operate a bar?”
“Yes and serve bar food and have live entertainment on the weekends.”
“But you don’t know anything about running a business.”
“Don’t be a killjoy. I can learn.”
“Just the liability of owning a bar in your position makes me nervous,” Kyle said.
Waving her hand dismissively, Faye said, “Says the attorney.”
“Your point?”
“Why are you being so negative? Dad is harassing me about being a freeloading trust fund baby and now I come up with a plan and everyone is slamming it. I can’t win!”
“I think it’s a wonderful idea Faye,” Ella offered.
“You do?”
“Yes, I do. It sounds like loads of fun too. I’m sure the initial investment is exorbitant but it’s sure to pay off. As they say, location, location, location.”
“That’s what I think.”
“Me too, Aunt Faye. I can help,” Finn said. “Can I bring Lucy or Charlie?”
“Who?”