“I’ve been promoted, Margaret. To general supervisor. It means another fifty dollars a month for us. And so…I’ve been looking at houses. I found one for sale. On Barton Street. It’s a quiet street – only four blocks long. Near Middlebelt and Cherry Hill. Want to go look at it with me?”
Margaret smiled. “I would love to, Robert! It’s time to have some land around us again. This has been a lovely apartment, but I would like somewhere without all the street noise.”
“All right, then! I’ll bring the car around. Meet me downstairs, in front of the bank.”
Robert pulled up to a tidy bungalow with white siding and black shutters. It was set back from the street, which was lined with recently planted oak trees.
“Here it is, Margaret. Two bedrooms, a half-acre lot. See how quiet the street is?”
It was true: only four blocks long, the street was only used by the people who lived on it.
“Oh, this street is lovely! So quiet!” Margaret was beaming. “I hope the house is nice inside.”
“It looks very well kept, Margaret. And if there’s something that needs to be done inside, I can do it for you to make it right. Shall I call the realtor and set up an appointment to see it?”
“Oh, yes! I think I might like living here.”
“I will call in the morning, then.” Robert was thrilled at seeing Margaret happy again.
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