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ironclad will, witnessed by a couple of Senators.  He left the entire estate – including all the money – to Grandpa to use as he willed.”
    “Your grandpa had the dead reverently buried and pulled down the old Big House,” Clarice finished.  “The house you’ve got now doesn’t have a front porch or a swing.”
    “I knew you’d understand.”  Farris held out his arms, and Clarice ran into them.  Then the couple engaged in ‘heavy petting’ until Stinson made a great deal of noise to announce his entrance with the vet’s verdict.
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     

Chapter 5
     
    During the next few days, Clarice almost got to the point of wishing for Mr. Damien Bonner’s pistol.  She had agreed to return home at the end of next month, but that had not appeased Marion Saxe.  Mother was demanding arrival date and flight number, plus nosy details about Clarice’s finances.  Meanwhile, Farris, as good a man as she would ever meet, was doing his best not to cling to her.  Lauren Bonner’s revenge , Clarice thought grimly.
    Though she was still finishing a few paintings, Clarice spent most of her time making long-distance calls of her own and rejoicing that the cell phone was in her own name.  She was calling her former professors at Sewanee, trying to find studio quarters for herself in that mountainous city. – Clarice realized she had to make a clean break with her mother; this would mean leaving the pleasant garage apartment.  Also, she was trying to line up counseling and a good legal service.
    Farris, meanwhile, moped around being very busy with horse breeding chores.  He updated all his breeding records on his desktop.  Then he checked all his veterinary records and personally rode every inch of electrified fence to check its safety.  He was trying to break himself of the ‘Clarice habit’, and it was the hardest thing he’d ever tried to do in his life.
    Meanwhile, John Pirtle had activated his own banking network after the latest call from his volatile former mistress.  If his daughter was trying to break free of her domineering mother, he was damn well going to help her.
    It was a bank in Sewanee that gave Pirtle his first link.  Bank Manager Edward Barton had gotten word of Pirtle’s discreet inquiries through the grapevine and was glad of a chance to get help from Nashville for his own reasons.
    “I hear you’re looking for current information on the whereabouts and banking status of Miss Clarice Saxe,” Barton began.  “I am, of course, familiar with Mrs. Marion Saxe through the County Chamber of Commerce, and I’ve been privileged to hear her opinion of her daughter’s current activities.”
    “You sound like you’re shuddering,” Pirtle remarked drily.  “I quite understand, and you must certainly understand why I am concerned for the young lady.”
    “The reason I am calling is that I have on my desk a loan application I think you would be interested in.”
    “Is Clarice asking for a loan?”  Pirtle almost tripped over his tongue.  The recent news from Kentucky had suddenly roused dormant emotion for this unknown daughter.
    “Well, I believe this loan has been submitted for her benefit,” Barton responded.  “Here is the situation.  One of the art professors at Sewanee has recently inherited a large farm which includes a remarkably intact outbuilding. – I say ‘remarkably intact’ because the structure was intended as a chicken house.  We have interior and exterior photographs of the building.  This art professor proposes to mortgage her entire property to provide an HVAC system in this former chicken house.”
    “The lady must have provided a reason for such a crazy, uneconomical request,” Pirtle observed, twiddling with his desk set.  “What reason did she give?”
    “She wishes to renovate this ‘chicken house’ as a residence and studio for a former pupil,” Barton told him.  “The structure could indeed be used