I answered. “Mr. Brower, how nice to hear from you.”
“Not really, girly.” I heard him cough. It sounded awful. “Damage report: The floods backed up the septic, but my homeowners insurance is fighting with my business insurance, and neither is willing to put me up anywhere if I evacuate.”
“Goodness, how awful.”
He coughed again, a nasty, hacking sound. “Well, it is what it is, but I need to go to the city today and I hoped I could talk to you. Got a business proposition for you, girly.”
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