“I already knew that from the list of repairs that need doing,” I tell them.
Sue’s face falls. “I knew it,” she says quietly.
“Don’t flip your top,” Nance cautions her.
“All those years, how many times did I tell Randy? Let me come over with my tools. I’ll replace that beam with you. We can rip out the old shower together—it will be fun. But the stubborn mule insisted he had it under control.”
“You knew it was bad when he stopped letting you in the basement.”
I clear my throat. “Is your building falling apart, too?”
Nance lets out a sharp laugh. “Our building will be the last thing standing during the apocalypse, thank you very much. My wife knows how to swing a hammer.”
Shit, Sue is a carpenter, too. They’re clearly not going to help me renovate and sell the place, though, so I don’t waste my time getting my hopes up or trying to plead my case.
Better to just get this over with, so I rock back on my heels and nod. “Okay. Got it.”
Sue lets out a satisfied hum before offering me her smile again.
“We really should be going,” she says as Nance takes her arm. “Just wanted to introduce ourselves before the developers. Pie and coffee will have to come another time!”
They take off, and I look after, skeptical.
“Pie and coffee,” I mutter.
No way in hell is that going to happen.
