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as the Craigslist offerings. So unless I wanted to rent a space at the local Jellystone campground and pitch a tent, there just didn’t seem to be anything out there for me.
    Double darn.
    Maybe tonight’s newspaper would be better. Or maybe I’d take Liss’s way out of things and try a simple Finding and Summoning Spell. Put the energies of the universe at work for me.
    Sighing in momentary defeat, I went back to the laptop and pulled up my email account, looking for distraction. And there, between the advertisements from my favorite retail establishments, churchy forwards from my mom’s ladies’ auxiliary group ( gosh, I wonder how they got my email address; it’s a mystery . . . ), a joke video featuring two dancing squirrels who may or may not have been putting the moves on, and a couple of rogue emails hawking a certain little blue pill that had somehow made it through my spam filter, there was an email from Uncle Lou, sent just this morning. Curious, I clicked on it.
    Maggie,
     
    Just a quick note. I sent a text to Marcus, but my phone has been on the fritz lately and I’m not sure it went through. My darling wife has reminded me that dinner will be Saturday, not Sunday. I think I told you the wrong day. See you Saturday instead? Molly makes a mean apple pie, and I was hoping to get Marcus to take a peek at my computer. After the whopper he put together for my lodge brother, it was a kick in the pants to get the ball rolling to upgrade my own monstrosity. Molly even gave the okay. I’m delivering it after school and have no doubt in my mind my guy’ll be pleased.
    I’ll call Marcus later, but if you see or talk to him, give him the news if you would.
     
    Thanks,
Lou
    I replied back to say of course I would let Marcus know . . . and as an afterthought asked whether by some odd chance Lou or Molly might know of any ground-level apartments or single-story homes for rent in the area. To spark his interest, I explained that I wasn’t comfortable with Marcus putting off his return to school for the semester because of me because I felt it was really important to him, and that perhaps if I could secure housing that was both affordable and workable around my broken ankle, then maybe I could convince him to keep on target with his plans. I wasn’t expecting much, but I figured, what the heck as I fired it off.
    I certainly wasn’t expecting a reply less than ten minutes later.
    As a matter of fact, I might just know of something for you. The lodge brother I mentioned is actually the general manager of an (admittedly older, if that kind of thing bothers you) apartment complex. He had mentioned at the last meeting that they were nearly finished remodeling and were ready to start placing tenants again. A couple of the newer teachers here at the high school have already leaped at the chance and are happily in residence. How’z about if I place a call and ask him whether he’d have anything that might work for you? If so, I have to go over there this afternoon to drop off the refurbed hard drive. I’d be happy to drive you.
    Could that be right? Why wouldn’t the rentals have been listed in the newspaper? I could scarcely believe my luck. Instead of responding by email, I texted back quickly, just in case he had logged off, that it sounded great and I would be waiting to hear. “Liss?” I called out.
    She appeared suddenly, pulling aside the deep purple velvet curtain that separated the storefront from the office in back. “You rang, ducks?”
    “Would you mind if I left early to see an apartment this afternoon? I could come back afterward to make up my time.”
    “Pshh,” she said with a wave of her hand. “Of course I don’t mind, and there’s no need to make up any time. After all the extra hours you’ve put in this year? I’m fully aware that I am lucky to have you, and I am not one to look my good fortune in the eye. Did you find something, then?”
    “I’m not sure. I hope so.” If I had, it