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deserved to have a home he could be happy in.   I walked out of the show house with a heavy heart and was about to turn back to our motel, when I decided to walk into one more.  I was not expecting anything, but the Realtor who greeted us was positive and upbeat and without going into too much detail, I told her I needed a small house for my son and I and that whilst I loved the location of this estate, it was well beyond our means. “I’ll pick you up tomorrow morning at ten.”  She said positively.  “We’ll find you a home.  It’s what I do best.”  I was soon to find out just how well she did do her job.
                  Miriam was true to her word and collected us at ten a.m.  She was driving a silver Ford Escape – appropriately named.  She bundled us in and we began a day of going from house to house – some were suitable, but none felt like 'the one'.   After lunch we headed back to the estate near our hotel where we had first met her and she drove to a modern, two bedroom elevated bungalow that had windows reminiscent of the Arched Window from Playschool .  It was in a road of houses, all about two years old. There was a football net outside the adjacent house hinting at the presence of children which seemed a positive sign.                 I walked into the house and knew straight away that this would make an ideal home for my son and I.   It was beautiful - maple floors throughout, a large basement, generously sized bedrooms with good-sized built in closets and a large open-plan kitchen, dining and living room.  I immediately fell in love with it and so did my son.  I could see us living here happily and there was a well-fenced back garden – or yard as the Americans call it and double garage.  It was amazingly good value, compared to property in the UK and I decided there and then that this was going to be our new home and our positive start for the future.   My son loved the basement and could see the possibilities of having a large play area for a pool table, table tennis and the like.  He was as excited as I was. I had no idea how I could make this happen, but Miriam's positivity had rubbed off and I just knew that we would find a way. 
                  We left the house and looked at the others on Miriam’s list but we had already made up our minds and later that day I made an offer on what was to become our new home.  In America people do not bid on the furniture, but I was determined to start out with as much as we could and so I asked her to do things the British way and ask for the dining and breakfast table and all the chairs.  Much to Miriam’s surprise the owners agreed and by that evening we had started the wheels in motion.  We were jubilant.   All we had to do now was arrange the funds through my father and have them transferred to a bank in America.  Miriam was fantastic – helped us with everything and even took us furniture shopping for our beds and a sofa.   We managed to negotiate on everything and by some small miracle, within three weeks of finding the house we had a moving in date at the end of July – only five weeks since we had left the Island.
                  Things were coming together.  It all seemed meant to be and we both fell in love with Florida.  The people were warm and kind and within a few days Miriam had introduced us to her old boss and his wife and another couple involved with a Baptist Church – a retired school teacher and his wife – also very kind and they all offered to help us move in. We began attending their Church and felt safe for the first time in three and half years since our nightmare had begun.
                  James, the retired school teacher was a man in his early sixties with grey hair, a twinkle in his eye and a good sense of humour,  His wife Hillary was a very well-dressed lady,  extremely polite, sweet and kind.  He was of Italian descent and