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"A Very Nice View"
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Abigail "Abby" Davis: her cutie-pie picture
University senior.
21 years old.
5'6", 111 lbs.
34D-24-34.
Hazel eyes.
Brunette but lightened to blonde.
Abby turned from the sidewalk into the driveway of the suburban home. The woman cutting back rose bushes looked up and smiled politely.
"Abigail? I'm Sarah," the woman said, shedding her gardening gloves and offering a hand. "Right on time, perfect. I have to be somewhere in forty minutes, so let's do this."
They headed up the driveway toward the garage. "So the ad said it all, I think, but if you have any questions."
Sarah was right. The Craigslist ad had pretty much covered it all: rent, due date, deposit, parking, noise restrictions, overnight guests, and more. As they ascended a covered, outside wooden staircase, Abby spotted the above ground pool. "Do I have access to that?"
"It's empty," Sarah answered as she unlocked the door. "It was here when we moved in two years ago. My husband and I have memberships at the club, which has an Olympic sized pool, saunas, the works. So, no need. I've been asking him to take it out, but."
Inside, Abby's lips spread in a pleased smile. "It's perfect."
Perfect was an odd word to use. The space was essentially empty except for what amounted to a kitchen down one wall: counters, a stand alone shelf unit, a mini fridge, and a microwave. There wasn't even carpet, linoleum, or faux hardwood over the plywood flooring. And it had that new construction smell of cut wood and sealant.
"No oven or stove tops," Sarah offered as she headed for a pair of doors on the far wall. "Fire hazard, sorry."
"That's fine, I understand," Abby agreed. "So, I can decorate as I want?"
"So long as you don't do any permanent damage or changes to the structure," Sarah explained as she walked across to a pair of open doors. One accessed a small bathroom and the other opened up to a closet that was larger than the bathroom. "We only finished the garage six months ago, so you are our first tenant out here."
Sarah walked over to the big windows that looked out onto the rest of the property. She continued, "I understand that you only have one year left in school and will then be leaving town?"
"Nine months, actually," Abby answered, checking out the bathroom. It had only a shower, no bathtub, which didn't surprise her. A smallish hot water heater stood in the corner. She looked back to Sarah with a sudden look of concern. "Is that a road block? Is there a year long lease?"
"No, I was just thinking that--"
Sarah flinched and backed a step. She looked around herself, found an empty soda pop cup left behind by the contractor, and plopped it over the top of a spider she'd seen scurrying across the plywood. "Since you won't be here long, if you give my husband and I a voice in decorating and furnishing, we'll help you pay for it. Wouldn't be fair for you to buy carpet and shades and such if you're only going to be here nine months, right?"
Abby agreed, and the two women discussed more little details about the barren space. Finally, Abby said, "I'll take it. I mean, unless your husband needs to meet and accept me, too."
"He doesn't," Sarah said, explaining that he'd put her in charge of finding and managing a tenant for the garage apartment. She shook Abby's hand, told her she could move in anytime, and headed for the door. She added, "But we should at least introduce the two of you. C'mon."
They were barely out the door and descending the stairway when Abby saw who had to be Sarah's husband on the back porch of the nearby home. He must have been working on something involving dirt, because he was shedding his shirt and kicking off muddy shoes. Hidden from the neighbors by the six foot fence, he was shedding his soiled pants before heading into the house.
"Honey!" Sarah called out, seeing that he was about to flash himself to the new, young female tenant. "We have company!"
Abby smiled, then giggled at the reaction of Sarah's husband. She went silent when Sarah looked back with a disapproving glare. Abby turned her gaze to the steps before her, acting as if she hadn't seen the man's wardrobe malfunction. At the driveway, Sarah slowed their approach to the gate. She opened it, checked to ensure that her husband was decent, and led Abby into the back yard.
"Honey, this is Abigail," Sarah said, lifting and handing her husband's tee shirt back to him with an expression that said Get dressed! "She's going to rent the apartment. Oh, and there's another spider to be dealt with."
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Abigail "Abby" Davis: her cutie-pie picture
University senior.
21 years old.
5'6", 111 lbs.
34D-24-34.
Hazel eyes.
Brunette but lightened to blonde.
Abby turned from the sidewalk into the driveway of the suburban home. The woman cutting back rose bushes looked up and smiled politely.
"Abigail? I'm Sarah," the woman said, shedding her gardening gloves and offering a hand. "Right on time, perfect. I have to be somewhere in forty minutes, so let's do this."
They headed up the driveway toward the garage. "So the ad said it all, I think, but if you have any questions."
Sarah was right. The Craigslist ad had pretty much covered it all: rent, due date, deposit, parking, noise restrictions, overnight guests, and more. As they ascended a covered, outside wooden staircase, Abby spotted the above ground pool. "Do I have access to that?"
"It's empty," Sarah answered as she unlocked the door. "It was here when we moved in two years ago. My husband and I have memberships at the club, which has an Olympic sized pool, saunas, the works. So, no need. I've been asking him to take it out, but."
Inside, Abby's lips spread in a pleased smile. "It's perfect."
Perfect was an odd word to use. The space was essentially empty except for what amounted to a kitchen down one wall: counters, a stand alone shelf unit, a mini fridge, and a microwave. There wasn't even carpet, linoleum, or faux hardwood over the plywood flooring. And it had that new construction smell of cut wood and sealant.
"No oven or stove tops," Sarah offered as she headed for a pair of doors on the far wall. "Fire hazard, sorry."
"That's fine, I understand," Abby agreed. "So, I can decorate as I want?"
"So long as you don't do any permanent damage or changes to the structure," Sarah explained as she walked across to a pair of open doors. One accessed a small bathroom and the other opened up to a closet that was larger than the bathroom. "We only finished the garage six months ago, so you are our first tenant out here."
Sarah walked over to the big windows that looked out onto the rest of the property. She continued, "I understand that you only have one year left in school and will then be leaving town?"
"Nine months, actually," Abby answered, checking out the bathroom. It had only a shower, no bathtub, which didn't surprise her. A smallish hot water heater stood in the corner. She looked back to Sarah with a sudden look of concern. "Is that a road block? Is there a year long lease?"
"No, I was just thinking that--"
Sarah flinched and backed a step. She looked around herself, found an empty soda pop cup left behind by the contractor, and plopped it over the top of a spider she'd seen scurrying across the plywood. "Since you won't be here long, if you give my husband and I a voice in decorating and furnishing, we'll help you pay for it. Wouldn't be fair for you to buy carpet and shades and such if you're only going to be here nine months, right?"
Abby agreed, and the two women discussed more little details about the barren space. Finally, Abby said, "I'll take it. I mean, unless your husband needs to meet and accept me, too."
"He doesn't," Sarah said, explaining that he'd put her in charge of finding and managing a tenant for the garage apartment. She shook Abby's hand, told her she could move in anytime, and headed for the door. She added, "But we should at least introduce the two of you. C'mon."
They were barely out the door and descending the stairway when Abby saw who had to be Sarah's husband on the back porch of the nearby home. He must have been working on something involving dirt, because he was shedding his shirt and kicking off muddy shoes. Hidden from the neighbors by the six foot fence, he was shedding his soiled pants before heading into the house.
"Honey!" Sarah called out, seeing that he was about to flash himself to the new, young female tenant. "We have company!"
Abby smiled, then giggled at the reaction of Sarah's husband. She went silent when Sarah looked back with a disapproving glare. Abby turned her gaze to the steps before her, acting as if she hadn't seen the man's wardrobe malfunction. At the driveway, Sarah slowed their approach to the gate. She opened it, checked to ensure that her husband was decent, and led Abby into the back yard.
"Honey, this is Abigail," Sarah said, lifting and handing her husband's tee shirt back to him with an expression that said Get dressed! "She's going to rent the apartment. Oh, and there's another spider to be dealt with."
(closed)