Chapter 67
“So,” he said when the conversation had subsided, “what do you think?”
“If I understand everything you’ve just said,” Nate said, “it sounds good.”
“I think we should take the offer back to Jacksonville with us,” I said, “and run it by our accountant.”
“Yeah,” Nate said, “and if Jim says it looks good, I’ll do it. Can I sign it and fax it back to you?”
“Certainly,” the Realtor said.
“We’ll see the accountant first thing tomorrow morning,” I said.
“By the way,” the Realtor said, “we’re considerably east of I-4 right now.”
“So?” I said.
“If you turn left when you leave the restaurant, and follow this street a mile or so, you’ll come to a toll road which wraps around Orlando.”
“You’re talking about 417, aren’t you?” Nate said.
“Yes.”
“I’ve used it before. It hits I-4 just below the Seminole Towne Square Mall.”
“Good,” I said. “That means you get to drive.”
Jacksonville, FLMonday morning