Marilyn was surprised at how much energy she had. She wasn’t the least bit tired anymore. They had just gotten Christina safely on her way with the new car battery. Christina was so excited, before she’d left she had given Marilyn a hug and said, “Are we still on for lunch Wednesday?” Marilyn assured her they were.
After Christina left, Jim reminded her about that talk he wanted to have about “something big” and wondered if they still had time to talk. Marilyn smiled and said she had something big to go over with him too. She had just gotten out of the car and was waiting for him to join her on the sidewalk in Riverfront Park.
He reached for her hand. “I was so glad we could do that for Christina,” he said. “I feel really good inside.”
“I was just thinking the same thing,” Marilyn said. She took his hand, and they walked toward the river. “So, looks like we both have something big to discuss with the other. Who’s gonna go first?”
“I know it’s supposed to be ladies first, but do you mind if I go?” Jim said.
Marilyn was actually glad he wanted to talk first. Her idea was so crazy; she had no way of knowing how Jim would react. She didn’t want to spoil this wonderful mood and bring their walk to an abrupt end. “Sure, I don’t mind.”
“Well, you already know it’s about what Audrey and I talked about on Sunday.”
“You two were talking for hours,” Marilyn said.
“We had a lot of ground to cover.”
“So what is it? I can tell by your mood it’s a good thing.”
“It’s a very good thing. For us, but even more so for Tom and Jean.”
“I knew it. You kept looking at them at the dinner table. I was sure it had something to do with them.” Marilyn couldn’t begin to imagine what it was.
Jim looked out at the river then back at her. His smile had grown even wider. “How would you like to have the house all to yourself again? Well, I would still be there.”
“I don’t understand. Is she asking Tom and Jean to move in with her?”
“No. She’s asking if Tom and Jean would like to buy her house.”
“In River Oaks?”
Jim nodded.
“That cute little bungalow house with the dormers? The one where you learned how to dance?”
Jim nodded again. “That’s the one.”
Marilyn couldn’t believe it. “But how? She’s moving?”
“She is. Her older sister’s health is deteriorating, and Audrey wants to move in with her to take care of her. She said it looks like this will be a permanent move, not something temporary. So she’s decided to sell the house. She prayed about it and wanted to see if it might be possible to sell it to Tom and Jean.” He kicked a stick out of the way just in front of her on the sidewalk.
“But how could that work? Isn’t their credit shot from what happened with their house?”
“It’s not totally shot, but I’m sure it’s way too soon for a bank or mortgage company to consider something like this. But that’s not an issue. That’s what took so much time, working out the details with Audrey. She wants to hold the mortgage. It would be a good source of income for her every month, and even giving Tom a great deal, she’d get a better interest rate than she’d get from a CD or money market account.”
“Can Tom and Jean afford it?”
“It’ll be a little tight for the first year or two, but I’ve been helping him with his finances over the last year, so I know where they’re at. She’s willing to drop the price for a quick, no-hassle sale to a level I think they can handle. And she says she’s watched everything that’s happened with them since Tom came clean last year after hiding when he lost his job. She’s been impressed with how hard he’s worked to finish his schooling and pay down their debt. She started asking me about it a few months ago. I didn’t realize at the time why she was so curious. But she’s been thinking about it for quite a while, about selling the house, I mean. Her sister’s illness just helped her to decide now was the time. I still have to ask Tom and Jean about it—”
“Are you kidding? They’ll love it. Jean and I talk quite a bit. She feels pretty bad about how long they’ve been living with us. Just last week, we talked about this over coffee, saying that now with Tom’s new job, he’ll be bringing in a lot more money. They discussed finding an apartment. I told her not to be in a rush about it, we’re fine. But I could tell, the thought of buying a house didn’t even occur to her.”
“I’m sure it didn’t,” Jim said. “Apart from something like this, I don’t think they’d be in the market for several years.”
They walked hand in hand in silence a few moments. Marilyn was so happy. Tom and Jean would be so excited.
They came to a bench in the shade facing the river. “Let’s sit here,” she said. “There’s such a nice breeze.”
Jim sat beside her. “Okay, your turn. So . . . is it a good thing or a bad thing?”
“No, it’s good. I think you’ll think it’s good.” Marilyn said a quick silent prayer. “Speaking of good, you know that good feeling you said you got a little while ago after helping Christina with her car?”
Jim nodded.
“In a way you could say my idea is a way to feel that good all the time, for the next several months, anyway.” She smiled.
Jim shook his head and returned her smile. “Okay, what’s this about?”
She took a deep breath; she had to get her thoughts under control. Sometimes when she got nervous she could just rattle on. This was too important. “At my meeting with Christina and Arlene, I found out a lot more about Christina’s situation. She comes from a really messed-up life, up in New York. I’ll tell you all the details sometime, and it will just break your heart. She’s down here now without any family and wound up getting pregnant by some guy she was living with, whom she describes as a total loser. He’s out of the picture completely now. But because he is, in a week or so, she’ll have no place to live. She’s working and getting some financial assistance from the adoption agency that’s working with her, but it’s only enough to afford a dumpy apartment in a not-very-nice part of town.”
“So she doesn’t live in River Oaks,” Jim said.
“She couldn’t even think about living in River Oaks.”
“So what’s your idea?”
“I’m thinking of Doug’s place,” she said.
“The garage apartment?”
“Yes. Doug’s been here the last two weekends, but you know he’s hardly ever home. Once he gets back in the rhythm of going to class every week, we probably won’t see him again till Thanksgiving. The apartment is fully furnished, and I’m pretty sure it won’t cost us a thing. Between her job and the money she’s getting from the agency, she’ll be able to cover all her own expenses. I really think God might be the one who put this thought in my head. But I’m not trying to pressure you. I’m really not. I know he has to put faith in your heart for this too.”
Jim sat back on the bench and took a deep breath. She tried to read his face but couldn’t. She felt a strong urge to keep talking, to keep selling him, but she held her peace. A young mother walked by, pushing two children in a stroller.
After she passed, Jim said, “I am open to this. I want you to know that.”
This sounded like his introduction to shooting the idea down.
He stopped talking a few moments, as if thinking through his words carefully. “It’s just such a big deal. I mean, having Tom and Jean living with us is one thing, but we don’t really know this girl at all. It’s going to be a major adjustment adding a total stranger to the mix. I don’t know . . .”
“Well, here’s one thing,” she said. “The apartment over the garage really is self-contained. It’s totally separated from the main house. It even has its own kitchen. I’d be able to look after her better, with her living there, but it’s not like she’d actually be living with us.”
“That’s true.” Jim’s face lightened up slightly. “I suppose it would be more like renting the place out.”
“But I’d hate to do anything Doug would interpret as us pushing him away. I did my best at lunch to really appeal to him to keep coming home on weekends as often as possible.”
“Were you careful about the guilt thing?” Marilyn asked. “You know I don’t want him coming home just because he feels guilty.”
“No, I was careful. I just made it about how much we enjoy seeing him, how much we miss him when he’s not there.” He thought about this. “Well, guess I got a little guilt in there.”
“Just a little.” Marilyn smiled.
“So, I’d really like to talk with him first.”
“That’s fine,” she said. “I’m having lunch with her on Wednesday.”
“I’m sure I can talk this over with Doug before then. And I really am open to this, Marilyn. I mean that. It’s just . . . it’s such a big thing.”