Margaret Doyle — The House They Thought Was Theirs
“Margaret, I’ve been paying an accounting service twice what I paid you,” she said.
“You’re better.”
“I’m fifty-one.”
“And I’m fifty-eight.
Shall we both sit down and stop working?”
I laughed so hard I spilled my tea.
Within a month I had three small-business clients and a proper desk overlooking the balcony.
I registered my business, opened a dedicated bank account, and took a refresher course on accounting software.
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