Part Two

When Friendship Crosses The Line

Waiting for the optimal moment to ask for help…a loaf of bread, a glass of wine…and then he very begrudgingly agreed.

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“So could you possibly take a day off?” I asked. “It’s the first thing a buyer sees.”

“Look I don’t know,” he answered. “ It’s really not our problem. She doesn’t think it’s an issue, so...”

“But she is a friend…”

I’m a pushover after a glass of wine. Not so my husband.

“She WILL be grateful. She just doesn’t know it yet!”

This was atypical behavior for me. He knew that, and so, bless his cotton socks, he acquiesced. We reached an agreement of sorts.

Did I feel guilty?

Of course, but I also knew my limitations…a garden spruce up and an interior makeover all in a day and a half, I knew I couldn’t do, but together there was hope.

Would we do it?

Up at the crack of dawn, we made our way to our new day-and-a-half job. My husband would assess the outside, and I had already planned the denuding of our own home, (at that stage, a secret), to enhance my friend’s.