Page 100 of The Me I Left Behind

“And I’m just the woman who lost her way somehow. But you know what? I’m determined to find my way back.”

Julia popped the top on her canned soda and poured some into her wineglass. “I have no doubt that you will, Maggie Oliver. In fact, I see you getting stronger every day.”

Smiling, she squared her shoulders. “You know what? I feel stronger.”

“Awesome.”

Maggie took a sip of the wine. “Yum….”

Julia ran her hand over the top of the desk. “You know, this is a very nice desk.”

“It’s mahogany, I think. Heavy sucker.”

“Expensive sucker, too.” Julia threw her legs over the side and hopped down. “And it’s in excellent condition.”

Maggie shrugged. “Max took care of things. Besides, no kids were allowed in here to ding it up.”

Julia smiled. “Right. Let’s sell it.”

Laughing, Maggie shouted. “You’re crazy.”

“I’m not. Max will never know. We can sell it on social media.”

“But I don’t know how to do that and besides, Max and I are connected everywhere.”

Grinning, Julia took a tour around the desk, still looking it over. “I bet you could get seven hundred for it. Maybe a thousand even.”

“Seriously?”

“I could do it for you. I could post it in the marketplace. They could pay me, pick up here, and then I’ll pay you.”

“I do need cash.”

“Yes, you do.” Julia glanced toward the office door. “And you have a lot of crap in the garage, too. You could do a cash only, one day, flash garage sale.”

“I don’t think the homeowner’s association allows for random garage sales.”

“Then we’ll use the marketplace again. Or eBay.”

Maggie thought about that. “I wonder what a set of Bentley golf clubs would bring? Used, of course. They are in the back of the Escalade.”

Julia’s eyes grew wide. “Probably enough to get you through this thing and then some. I think we may just have solved your money problems.”

A quick breath whooshed out of Maggie’s mouth. “Well, that would be a good way to end this day.”

“Right?”

“I’m pouring more wine.”

Julia looked past her, focused on something.

“What is it?”

“Not sure.” She headed for the window. “Someone just parked in front of your house. Looks like the car is still running because the lights are on. Wait….”

“What?”

“They’re putting something in your yard. A sign, maybe?”

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