“I kept the drafting table spot too,” Theo said.

“It looks straight out at the water.”

He pointed to a rectangular workspace marked with my maiden initials.

“The property broker is asking one point eight million dollars for the deed,” Theo said.

“Full title, clean water rights, no corporate liens.”

I took my checkbook out of my leather handbag and uncapped my silver fountain pen.

“Write up the purchase agreement for two point two million,” I said.

“We’ll clear the lot and break ground before the end of the month.”