In abject frustration, Marcy hung her head groaned then grumbled in a whisper, “Why? Why? Why?” which caught Amy’s attention and had her looking across at her. Marcy immediately forstalled questions by holding up a hand indicating she didn’t want to talk about it before scrubbing her face with her hands.

In abject frustration, Marcy hung her head groaned then grumbled in a whisper, “Why? Why? Why?” which caught Amy’s attention and had her looking across at her. Marcy immediately forstalled questions by holding up a hand indicating she didn’t want to talk about it before scrubbing her face with her hands.

Amy responded with a grin and shake of her head. She knew her friend well. As soon as she’d cleared her thoughts, she’d explain the latest hurdle she was facing. It was how she operated. Although she was pretty sure she already knew the answer to the unasked question. Geoff Aries was probably throwing up roadblocks once again; an interesting turn of events since he’d readily agreed with previous suggestions quick to realize the merit in her decisions. Surprisingly, at this extremely important juncture in the Inn’s growth and future prosperity, he seemed to balk.

Marcy was fighting tongue tooth and nail for the addition she’d proposed which would immediately expand the Inn’s foot space while ensuring growth for the future. Her proposal would allow space for a proper dining area guests could use daily, and during the off season, could be utilized for special occasions, events, and even small banquets. The two extra bedrooms above would enable additional guests. She’d gone over the insurance contract herself and knew they were covered. It wasn’t rocket science and yet he was holding back.

Grabbing a second cup of coffee after dumping the cold one down the drain, Marcy sat beside Amy and said, “Ok, time to reconnoiter! What if we encouraged our guests, the ones we know would readily participate, lobby on our behalf? I know there are dozens of towns people that would probably be willing to participate. I was thinking, Jenny and Jack with – we could offer an area for cheese and wine tasting, Harry and Marg could use the space for their cookie contests and Bob and Becky might be interested in using the space for the quilt contest they hold each year. It’s inside, warm, there are plenty of people to watch over the events and it might even encourage a few guests to come stay for at least some of the events.”

“I think its a great idea. If we have returning guests wrote letters indicating their backing for the proposal, suggesting they might also use the room for special occasions would certainly weight heavily on the plus side. Then, locals could attest to the need for using the room for smaller scale events to cut costs in using the town hall.”

“Thanks, those are splendid propositions and definitely enhance my original thoughts. Great job!” They fist bumped before Amy added, I’m just questioning Geoff’s hesitation in agreeing to the loan. I mean, it’s a foregone conclusion this would be fabulous for the Inn and the town. The benefits are huge! And the cost is certainly doable. Our profit margin has grown exponentially.”

Sighing, Marcy said, “I don’t know. He won’t say. It’s almost as if he has a card up his sleeve he’s hold back, ready to play at a moments notice, but I have no idea why or what it is! If I had some sort of clue, I could prepare whichever way it goes. I hate this this not knowing! I think I need to go see him and ask him outright for an explanation…I’m tired of the tap dancing, it’s absurd!”

Amy smiled, “You go girl!”

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