Page 114 of The Promise Of Rain
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Rain
Deacon
As far as weather was concerned, April was always a crap shoot.
With the warm front that swept in over the past few days, the citizens of Moose Lake were practically basking in a balmy fifteen degrees Celsius.
Everyone under the age of forty was running around in t-shirts though there was still snow on the ground in places where it had piled up in giant mounds, the kind the kids loved to hollow out into forts.
If the rain came down later today as forecasted, it would wash away the rest of the white stuff.
Which would be great because it was no longer fluffy, pristine, or shining like a diamond under the winter sun; it was a dirty, blackened, slushy mess.
Next week we’d no doubt get hit with one final parting blast from winter, most likely in the form of freezing rain that would turn the trees into ice sculptures and bring down the power lines.
And so long as I was holed up in that little house with Jenny, I’d be plenty warm.
I sat in a plush looking but incredibly uncomfortable chair in the lobby of the bank in Peppergrove.
My knee bounced up and down with nerves.
It’s only an inquiry.
You’re not committing to anything.
But I’d hate myself later if I didn’t at least try.
I looked at my watch and shook my head.I would be at least ten minutes late to pick up Jenny.I shot off a quick text, letting her know where I was, and put my phone on silent.
“Mr.Raine?”
A petite brunette approached with her hand extended.
I stood and held out my hand.“Yes.”
She smiled and introduced herself as she clasped my hand.“I’m Melody.”Releasing me, she waved her hand toward the offices.“Right this way, please.”
I followed her into her office and took a seat.
She rounded her desk and settled across from me with a smile.“What can I help you with?”
I cleared my throat.
It was now or never.
Earth or Sky.
I wasn’t interested in keeping my feet on the ground.
“I’m interested in taking out a business loan.”
She nodded.
I took a breath.“And a mortgage.”
She smiled widely.“Excellent.”
