Chapter 5 Peggy gets her way
February 2001
It began snowing on Friday night. It was just after midnight when the police called, asking for Brian.
"Your name and phone number were found in Mr. Brown's pocket. Edmond and Edith Brown were killed in an automobile accident. Do you know their next of kin?"
At first, Brian blamed himself for not checking on his neighbors when it started to snow. Where were they going that was so important? He didn't know if the Browns had children. He drove his truck next door, cleared the snow from the street to the garage, let himself in, found their address book in the kitchen, and called the only Brown. It turned out to be their son, who first showed shock, followed by skepticism that Brian was being truthful about his parents' death. Brian gave the phone number and name of the police officer who had contacted him. Eventually, the son thanked Brian, and said he would break the news to his sister.
After several more telephone calls, Brian volunteered to meet the brother's flight on Sunday. Thirty minutes later the sister called, giving him her flight's time of arrival.
Not a single dealer objected to Brian closing the business on both days, but Peggy was concerned.
"We'll miss two days of sales," she protested.
"Every business in town will be closed this weekend. Anyway, you're in no condition to be out in this weather."
Amanda agreed. "Mama in no condition."
They laughed, and Brian thanked his daughter for agreeing with him.
Peggy persisted. "I have a shipment arriving on Monday. Where will I put it?"
"I'll rent a trailer and hide it behind the barn. If the shipment really shows up, I'll be here to accept it. I'll take a few days off."
"What would I do without you? What would we do without your Da, Amanda?" Peggy asked, kissing her daughter, and then kissing Brian.
Amanda insisted on going to the airport with him, and of course, the flights were delayed due to the weather. Both brother and sister had decided to bring their spouses, something Brian was not prepared for. Needless to say, the Camry was overloaded with five grownups, a child, plus luggage.
Wayne Brown and his sister, Melinda Caper had numerous questions about the sudden death of their parents. After repeatedly telling that he didn't know what had happened, Brian lost his temper.
"My daughter is not yet three years old," he said, hoping they would take the hint that she was too young to hear about death.
"What was your relationship with our parents?' Wayne Brown's wife asked.
"We live next door to the Brown's, don't we Amanda?"
The little girl was sitting on the lady's lap, and happy to answer a question that she understood. "They nice to me."
"I did odd jobs for your parents, little things that Edmond couldn't handle."
"Do you have a key to the house?' Wayne Brown asked.
"Yes, I'll give it to you after we get you inside."
"Dad must have trusted you."
"I checked on them from time to time, or your dad called me when he wanted something done. I don't know why they didn't let me know they were going out last night. It must have been an emergency," Brian said, still feeling guilty for not plowing the Brown's driveway before he went to bed.
Brian unlocked the door, and handed the key to Wayne. "My number is in their address book. Call me if you need anything," he said, picking Amanda up and heading for the car.
The telephone was ringing as they went through the kitchen door. "It's the people next door," Peggy said, handing him the receiver.
"Mr. Driver," the woman's voice began. "We can't find anything. Would you help us?"
As Brian discovered, what they needed was advice. It had been years since Wayne and Melinda had visited their parents, and their spouses had never met the older couple. Brian made arrangements for a meeting with the only mortuary in town, contacted their parents' lawyer, took them to the bank where the Browns' safety deposit box was located, and when Wayne's wife said she was starving, Brian took them to Mr. Bennett's café to have a mid-afternoon meal.
"We'll need an appraisal of the property. Do you know a realtor we can list it with?" Wayne asked.
Brian had heard Mr. Bennett speak of Lois Banks. She handled his rental property, but Brian didn't know if she did appraisals. The Browns' home would be tricky because of the un-kept condition, and the busy road would be a drawback, but the acreage would be very desirable to some buyers.
"I know a realtor. Shall I set up an appointment?" Brian asked, and it was agreed that the sooner they could put the property on the market, the better.
Brian waited until he got home to contact Lois Banks. He had never met the woman, and wanted to make sure she was competent before he recommended her to do the appraisal. Lois agreed to come to the house at ten AM on Sunday.
"It may be best if we act like we know each other," he warned.
"How many children do you have?" Lois asked.
"Amanda will be three next month, and Peg is expecting," Brian answered.
"I'm going with you," Peggy said.
"I don't think that's a good idea. It's slick and dangerous for you to..."
Peggy was already on the phone, making arrangements for Mary to watch Amanda the next morning.
They delivered Amanda to her grandparents' house, and drove to the Brown house. Brian supported Peggy on the walk from the car to the house like she was a china doll.
"Really, Brian, I'm not going to fall. You weren't this careful the night we made this kid," she chided him.
Brian was introducing Peggy to the two couples when the door opened. Lois Banks was attractive, flamboyant, and aging gracefully.
"Margaret, pregnancy agrees with you. Have you chosen a name yet?" she asked, going to Peggy before turning to Brian. "Where's Amanda?"
"She wanted to come, but she'd met the Browns and the Capers yesterday. She's entertaining her grandmother this morning. Melinda, this is Lois, the realtor I was telling you about. Lois, this is Wayne Brown," he said.
Lois shook hands with the two couples, but she was already writing the newspaper advertisement. "Spacious kitchen with panoramic view of the sweeping lawns, magnificent great room, multi-purpose room that could be used as a home office or a down-stairs bedroom, just look at the size of this bath. This house won't be on the market long. Let's see what we have upstairs."
Wayne, Melinda, and Brian followed Lois upstairs, but Peggy remained with the spouses. Lois inspected the three bedrooms and second bath, exclaiming about the size of the rooms, closet space, and views from all the windows. She acted as though she didn't notice the peeling wall covering, scuffed floors, and stained tile in the bathrooms.
She quoted a price, which Wayne took exception to, believing that the house and acreage should fetch much more. "How long would it take to sell?" he asked.
"I'll take a ninety day exclusive, and have a buyer moved in at my price, but if you hold out for your price it will take longer, and you'll probably be looking for another realtor at the end of my exclusive," Lois said, speaking frankly. Brian liked the candid way she expressed her opinion.
"I grew up in this house. It's solid," Wayne argued, and Melinda agreed with her brother.
They were back downstairs. Lois addressed the group.
"The house is going to need some work. I can put you in touch with a paperhanger, a painter, a floor finisher, and a tile setter, but you will still need new bathroom fixtures, appliances, possibly a new heating system. What do you plan to do with the furnishings?"
Melinda scoffed. "Burn the junk. It's been around forever, and I've always disliked it. I prefer modern."
Brian felt a tug on his sleeve, and followed Peggy to the far end of the room.
