As always, I have to add my thanks to Randi for her amazing editing and assistance. I must also add thanks to George for his assistance. It's always great to have good people in your corner.
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"Oh my god, Reece, it's amazing. Oh bloody hell, I can't believe how incredible it really is, seeing it in the flesh rather than on the internet. It really is awesome." I couldn't remember ever seeing her so exhilarated, almost giddy with excitement.
"Yeah, it's pretty stunning that's for sure, Sierra." Trying to calm her eagerness, I added, "Hell of a lot of work to do on it, though."
"We could do it in stages, you know, spread it out over a few years," she suggested.
"A few? Jesus, Sierra, more like twenty years."
"It wouldn't matter," she said in her happy squeaky voice. "Who cares if it takes fifty years. I love it," she said with a little giggly sigh.
"Yeah, I'm hearing you, babe. I like it as well, but it's going to go way over our limit. You know it will."
"Don't say that." She sighed. "Lets at least try to be positive; we might get lucky. Let's go and talk to the agent."
We were attending an open home, or in this case an open hotel. The building in question was an old derelict roadhouse that hadn't seen any use for anything other than storing hay and old machinery for many years.
We wanted it, oh hell yeah. We wanted it, but the sale price was going to be way over our meagre budget. We had been waiting for over a month for the open day. Although, with that said, looking at the sparse crowd, there wasn't a lot of competition.
While we waited to speak to the agent, we met another young couple who like us, seemed very interested. I knew it wasn't the done thing, but we fell into conversation with them, since they were waiting, as well. The agent waved at us as she talked incessantly on the phone.
"Great place, aye bro?" the guy said to me.
"Yeah, it's pretty special all right. Hell of a lot of work to make it liveable, though."
"We said the same. We would sort of spread the work out over a few years."
"Us too," Sierra added, her excitement unmistakeable.
She reached out her hand. "Hey, I'm Sierra, and this goofus is Reece, my husband."
The guy nodded, replying, "Leif, and this gorgeous creature is my wife, Patience."
We all shook hands. It was Patience who sighed sadly. "I really don't know why we came. This place is awesome, but shit, it's way out of our price range."
I chuckled softly, keeping my voice soft. "Same for us. We've been looking for something like this forever, but honestly, unless we can work a deal, there's no way we can swing it. We were sort of hoping there'd be no interest so they might consider an offer."
Just then, the agent slipped her phone into her purse and wandered over. "All right then. How can I help, what would you like to know?"
Sierra and I grabbed her, dragging her aside. "No sense beating around the bush, what's the minimum the owners would take for it?"
She looked back at Leif and Patience, obviously assessing their interest. "Bottom line, I don't think they will go below six hundred thousand, as is. For that, you would have to accept it in its current condition, including all of the rubbish lying around."
Trying not to show my grimace, I squeezed Sierra's hand tightly and replied. "Sorry, that is too much. We were thinking more like five hundred."
She bit her lip as if pondering it. "I could make them an offer if you are genuinely serious."
I glanced at Sierra, felt her squeezing my hand in expectation. I nodded. "Make the offer."
She pulled out her phone and walked away. Leif and Patience strolled over, looking interested. "Well, how did it go?"
"Not sure," I know I shouldn't have, but I added, "We offered five hundred. Not sure they'll take it."
"Yeah, bro, good luck with that one," Leif sighed supportively.
We ended up talking and exchanging numbers. They were about the same age as us, and Sierra and Patience seemed to hit it off. They were already giggling and laughing like old friends. Leif, who was a big brawny guy, turned out to be a contractor who specialised in fencing. He had that look; his physique was down to hard work, not gym work. Patience was a teacher, although she wanted to spend more time with her other passion, painting. She had dreams of turning the old hotel into a gallery and studio.
Sierra had similar dreams, although her passion was pottery. Our little house was crammed full of her stuff, and we desperately needed more space. This place would have been perfect.
Watching the agent's animated phone conversation, it didn't look hopeful.
The agent eventually wandered over, and her body language told me all I needed to know. She tried to get us to raise our offer, we negotiated a little, and in the end we agreed to think about it. Our problem was the money, no question that we wanted it.
The agent lost a bit of interest and scampered off to see if she could squeeze something out of Leif and Patience. Sierra and I wandered around the site. I took some pictures of the most damaged sections and the ones I considered to be the most costly to repair.
As we were about to leave, I was just opening the car door for Sierra when Leif and Patience came over. Sierra and Patience exchanged consolation hugs before we took off.
Driving back towards town, Sierra said, "Well, we may not have got the house, but I think we have some new friends."
"Yeah, competition though."
"Yeah, they seem nice. I'm looking forward to seeing some of Patience's art work. She's really passionate," Sierra said enthusiastically.
"Oh really, already decided, huh?"
"Yep, do you want to come for a look?"
"Nah, think I'll leave you to it. Another day maybe. When are you catching up?"