It was time for a change. That the decision hit her in the middle of the night didn't matter. That she decided she had to act on it before she rationalized it away again, did.
She assumed that the realtor had an answering machine, so she hunted down the card she'd received during the small business date auction a year ago, grabbed herself a glass of orange juice from the fridge, and dialed the number.
"Hello?" began the message she left for Fiora. "I don't know if you remember me, but I was one of your...auction action figures last year. Annie Harper? Anyway, I'm looking for a new place. Could you call me tomorrow when you have a few minutes?" She rattled off her cell number, twice, before concluding with an awkward, "Um, thanks."
No way she was going to sleep, now.
She assumed that the realtor had an answering machine, so she hunted down the card she'd received during the small business date auction a year ago, grabbed herself a glass of orange juice from the fridge, and dialed the number.
"Hello?" began the message she left for Fiora. "I don't know if you remember me, but I was one of your...auction action figures last year. Annie Harper? Anyway, I'm looking for a new place. Could you call me tomorrow when you have a few minutes?" She rattled off her cell number, twice, before concluding with an awkward, "Um, thanks."
No way she was going to sleep, now.