THE WIDOW SERIES- WHO NEEDS A BOY TOY?

 Dinners out can be stressful for many widows.

Widow Series-Who needs a boy toy?

She almost regretted going to the dinner. They would be dancing. With no partner she did not want to join the widows table.

Of course, some gentleman would give all the ladies a dance. Whoop.

Miranda did not like the token dance. She did not like the token anything.

The couples with their winks and acting like they had sex.

And all the time!!

So at a table with several couples and one granny, Miranda accepted another glass of wine.

But how did it come up. The winks. The what.

The conversation turned to how women without partners must be wanting some.

Miranda asked- some what?

You know he said. Yes, one of the old fat husbands who thought he was hot! Claudio .

The wives as they do around widows grabbed onto the arms of their spouses.

You know Bill had been sick for awhile and we are sure that sex was not doable. Was It?

Miranda slowly sipped her wine. She thought through what she wanted to say.

Yes Bill was sick, she said. But like most men he thought about sex a lot. He demanded it a lot. He wanted it.

Joe sort of stuttered. Well I did not mean anything offensive. It is just that you must be missing it.

Snickers. Did she hear snickers?

Miranda sipped her wine again slowly and scouted out the people at the table.

Some of the wives eyes were so sympathetic. The looks of pity. Did Miranda see pity? It looked like pity.

Do they never think they too could lose their husbands?

How do I answer she thought!

What do I say? Do I need to say anything? Do I want to leave?

Miranda looked directly at Claudio. She put on a soft, sexy voice.

Well ,you know Claudio. Bill and I had a very healthy, active sex life. He always cared about how many orgasms I could have in one go. So, over the years he bought several fun toys to use.

He may not be here. But I have those toys. So, with a little imagination and choosing one for the moment I can get my rocks off anytime I like.

I do not need some old fart with balls hanging down to his knees. Nor do I need to wait for the Viagra to do its thing either.

No more snickers.

Miranda asked for someone to get another bottle of white wine for the table. She leaned back in her chair waiting for the next topic of conversation to happen.

She thought about how much she hated these dinners.

March 3, 2024

Copyright

Barbara Di Mambro

Some stories like community outings are short and sweet.

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THE WIDOW SERIES- THE COTTAGE WEEKEND

 This story is just that. A story.

THE COTTAGE WEEKEND

 

As an early riser, she took her camera and her thermos of coffee for a quick walk along the shore until it blocked her to return to the cottage. Sunrise lake pictures were always loved by all.

 

The morning air was refreshing and helped with her pissed mood. How could I be so stupid? Lorraine reflected on the last few weeks.

 

George had been nice enough. Going to the Senior Centre had been a challenge. Usually more of a loner since Michael died, she needed to try something new. Some new social contacts.

Joining the Euchre group seemed innocent enough. She wanted an all ladies group but one was not available so she partnered innocently with George. A couples group. Looking back was it a set up. George needed a partner.

She did notice some of the women at the Centre becoming a little distant with her when it seemed George was giving her too much attention.

A few Wednesdays later, he invited her to coffee before heading home. Starbucks and a latte seemed okay. Then he did not have the exact change, could she pay and he would pay her back.

A phone call and an invite to breakfast the next day. Sunset Grill was a cheap easy meal. No change for the tip after he used his credit card. Sure what’s a couple of toonies.

Meet me at the park. So a walk along Mill Pond.

Let’s go to a movie. He suggested she buy her ticket in advance. Of course when they got there he had left his at home, could she cover him.

My invitation for him to come to dinner. Asked if he would bring the wine and dessert. He showed up with Timbits and a homemade wine he had in his fridge.

First time having sex after Michael died. George wanted to stay overnight. Sure. It seemed the adult thing to do.

After making breakfast and needing to load the dishwasher, George had to leave in a hurry as he had an appointment.

The next game at the Centre, had several people exchanging looks and were they exhibiting knowing eyes.

Lorraine only wanted some social time.

Now a coffee after the game and let’s go back to your place. What’s for dinner after some quick sex. It was a pattern for the month of April leading into May.

Then the big invitation. Would she want to come to the family cottage for the Long weekend. Victoria Day.  Could watch the fireworks across the lake. Knowing she loved photography, bring your camera.

Deciding what to pack. It was supposed to be warmer than normal for that time of May. By the third week, the lake may even be warm enough for a quick dip. So beach towels, soap, shampoo. The usual sweaters and clothes that could be layered for a Canadian Spring.

Sounded romantic enough. Or there did not need to be any romance. Just a chance for a change of scenery.

Hopefully George would stop having to talk about how lonely he had been since the death of his wife. How wonderful it was to have someone in his life to take care of him.

The red flag should have gone up. But Lorraine wanted to think she was special. She still had it, whatever it is supposed to be in your late 60s.

George gave her the instructions to the cottage. He had a last minute appointment and could not drive her. He was sorry to ask her but could she pick up a few things for the weekend. He texted her the list with the stipulation he would pay his share at the cottage.

The list seemed a bit much for two. Again a red flag should have gone up. She knew he had adult children with partners.

The Kawarthas had many lakes so finding Cameron Lake was not difficult with George’s instructions.

When she arrived she notice 3 other cars.

George came out to greet her. He wanted her to meet his children and their partners. So there would be 6 of them for the weekend and not 2.

Okay she thought. Guess it is doable.

He said he had to run for the phone as she lugged 5 bags of groceries and 1 bag of potatoes. She decided to buy a 5 pack of beer and not a case. 2 bottles of wine seemed enough.

George’s children- Derek and his girlfriend Ella looked her over. Then Bill and his girlfriend Carrie said hello.

Derek said “where is the case of beer?”

“ Excuse me” said Lorraine. “ I bought a 6 pack, I was not aware that George and I would have company.”

Derek smiled. Actually smirked. “ George always invites us too!!”

 George ended his phone call. “ I was going to help you with the stuff. Where is the case of beer?”

Lorraine simply said I chose a 6 pack and 2 bottles of wine.

Ella and Carrie said we will take those. Luckily for you Lorraine there is a LCBO 5 miles from here. It opens by 10 on Saturday.

George gave her a hug. “ Glad you could see our place. Do you want to fresh up with a nice bath before making dinner? If it is dirty, the cleaning products are under the sink!”

Everyone and was it just her imagination all looked at each other. Lorraine was shown her room with its unmade bed and inch thick dust on the dresser. She changed into sweats and headed to the washroom.

It was filthy. The tub had a disgusting ring around it. So she made an executive decision. She grabbed her towel and soap. Left the room. Found the group.

“I will freshen up with some cold lake water. I always swam in the lake even on cold days as a child. I guess your cleaning lady did not show up. The washroom is a disaster.”

Everyone seemed surprised with that response.

Lorraine found her way to the dock. She used several dips of wash cloth water and washed her face. She felt it to be rather hot. Was some anger showing?

Feeling better she returned to the cottage.

Derek asked what time dinner would be ready.

Lorraine looked at George.

“What are we having for dinner?”

George said you did bring steaks and potatoes and veggies like I asked.

Sure said Lorraine.

Then let me show you how to use our stove.

She popped the Apple pie to cook in the oven as well as 6 potatoes to bake.

Bill stated “ Carrie is a vegetarian so do not cook the potatoes near the steak.” Then he asked if Lorraine had bought some plant based food.

Lorraine said “ well ingredients for a salad. Who is making the salad?” She put the lettuce, tomato, onion, celery and cucumber on the counter. “ You all know where the bowls are so which one of you is going to make the salad. Carrie you are the vegetarian so maybe you?”

Then Lorraine knew when Carrie was casually answered.

“It’s my weekend off. George’s friends usually spoil all of us. It has been so hard since his wife died. She used to spoil us too.” Fluttering her eyes with helplessness.

“I will be only eating steak and a baked potato so whoever wants some salad can make their own.” Lorraine really wanted some salad but she could be as stubborn as that lot.

The ingredients sat there for the longest time then George started to make it. His children and partners played on their phones.

George told Lorraine the plates and the cutlery were over there so the table could be set.

Lorraine replied” Let’s do buffet style and everyone can plate up from the counter” as she set the plates, cutlery and cups on it! She quickly poured herself some white wine worried there would be none left for her.

Dinner was very quiet. No one really took any time to talk with her. They talked cryptingly. But she understood. They were angry with George with his new girlfriend selection.

Lorraine finished dinner second and rinsed her dishes before putting them in the dishwasher. She noticed no one else cleared their plates. Was she supposed to do it?

George went out for a smoke with his son Bill. When he returned and Lorraine had made herself a herbal tea with the tea she brought with a book under her arms to sit on the deck, he stated, “ Oh you did not clean up the kitchen?”

Lorraine said;” My spot and the pans. Come on George you did not bring me up here to wait on you and your children, did you?”

She brushed by him and stuck her nose in her book. She could hear talking but not the words. She knew they all were not very pleased at all with her. She felt like she was disciplining her children like when they were two.

The wine and beer were gone in no time. Again the inference to no case of beer and there was a LCBO not far away.

It seemed the usual cottage activities occurred- cards and games with the TV on constantly.

Strange. No invite for Lorraine to join the festivities and the dishes sat on the table as well as some in the sink.

Good thing she had her usual sleeping bag she used on trips with family and friends in the Car. She went and retrieved it. Being left out she went to the bedroom early to read some more. Putting the bag on top. She rolled her own towel as a pillow.

When George came to her room later, asking quietly if she was asleep, Lorraine feigned a few hefty snores and rolled on her stomach. George left the room.

Keeping her watch close by she looked at it several times during the night. She wanted to be up before dawn to get some lake pictures.  Finally it was 500 am. She quietly grabbed her bag, small suitcase and toiletries and went down to the dock. Brushed her teeth, washed her face and privates and put on clean underwear and top. She even peed in the bushes. The sweat pants would still do.

After putting her things in the car, she went very quietly back in the cottage and grabbed her food items from the fridge. She saw the request for breakfast and coffees from Tims on the counter with her name at the top to go out and get them. George had not paid her for the current groceries yet alone left money for breakfast. She left an envelope on the counter for George. She went to the car with her groceries and put them in, making sure the door was open slightly.

Grabbing her camera she popped off some early morning shots. The mist. The birds. Some reflections. The trees. She loved taking photos of trees. Then she remembered she had left her flip flops by the door.

She was taking them when Carrie was leaving the washroom after a morning pee.

“ You are up early Lorraine. Where are you going? Smiling! I bet to town to get us all Breakfast from Tims. I knew you would come through”.

Lorraine gave her a look and glanced over at the envelope on the counter addressed to George.

“ No Carrie I am not buying breakfast!!”

She almost ran to the car, started the engine and drove away. She knew the way back home and perhaps she could stop at a few spots for some more photos.

Just Saturday so she did not need to worry about the traffic.

The weekend was before her. She remembered her friend Carol was returning Sunday from her European Cruise. So maybe that was the plan to connect with her.

 

At her first stop for a photo op, she texted her card partners at the Senior Centre. Basically stating she was not coming back to the group. The activity was no longer for her.

She did not tell them she was not going back to the Centre.

She was not desperate for the activities nor their company nor George’s company. He could go back to one of the other women that have been giving her cut eye at their relationship for the last while.

But maybe Lorraine would buy breakfast at Tims. For her and some timbits for the grandchildren when they came over later next week. They freeze well.

Barbara Di Mambro

Copyright- February 2020

 The idea for this story came from the awareness of how some divorced or widowed men expect any woman to take care of them and their children.

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THE WIDOW SERIES- TABLE 15-JOE AND VANESSA'S WEDDING

 Although just a story, there is some truth in this one that I will share at the end.

Table 15-Joe and Vanessa’s Wedding

The invitation was well received.

The first wedding after Covid was hopeful for this new widow.

Being a little socially isolated looking forward to seeing family and friends of her husband, Heather was thinking about what a senior should wear.

A new senior. As 66 is not old but not young.

So to the Bay for one of their long dresses for a summer day.

The purple/pink floral frock or do we say frock anymore. More purple than pink.

Church service was not the long Catholic mass as many were used to having. A small trio with a flute player made the music so special at the ceremony.

Bride was beautiful. Great flower arrangements. Three beautiful calla lilies! Just wonderful to be at a happy event.

Staying behind to chat with some family and friends it was a good social time for Heather. Many people said how they should get together. Maybe coffee. Maybe lunch. Sounded really good

Going home for two hours between the church and reception gave some time to cool off.

The receiving line was long enough. Then the bride’s mother took her aside. George’s cousin on his father’s side.

“We did not know where to sit you so I put you with some of the groom’s friends.”

Looking at her she thought but I know about 100 people in this 300 person wedding. She had spoken to several at the church. Some were glad to see her as it had been almost a year since George’s death.

So Table 15 was the table.

A group of 5- 40 something couples.

The women all had botoxed  faces. Noticeable with the eyelids particularly.

Approaching the table, Heather introduced herself and sat down realizing she would be the sole single at the table.

And the only Senior.

Scrutinizing the room she saw a table with George’s family that she had known for over 50 years. She gave a little wave at a couple.

Another table with business acquaintances she had known for over 20 years.

Another table with more family.

Like she thought already about 100 people in the room.

Trying to act unoffended  like it didn’t matter when it did.

So casually asking how do you know the bridal party to the couples at the table.

College mates and wives.

Then ignored again.

Thinking to sip her wine and act like she was having fun when she wasn’t.

The bride and groom had their dance.

The first course of food.

Music playing and time to dance if anyone wished to.

The bride’s dance with her father.

Then the second course.

The groom’s dance with his mother.

Then the talk turned to sex and how their generation unlike the one before was more sexually savvy and knowledgeable.

And looking her way as if she was some outdated dinosaur.

Heather was thinking about how sexually active her parents had been. Her mother often talking about how much sex she had while she was in her teens. They had come from that World War Two generation that wanted to make up for time after the horrendous time of 6 years at war.

Then her own relationship with George over their 40 years of marriage. The fun. The sexy outfits he would buy her. The video tapes they would make then watch  themselves. He often would watch one while she was at work and masturbate. Then he would tell her what he had done during the day while she was at work then want sex.

Oh this was after the three kids left the home and they were empty nesters. They had been willing to try new things and have each other pleasured. In her 30s had more ogasams with each go usually 3- 5. Slowing down to mostly two in her late 40s then a good one in late 50s and early 60s.

Missing your spouse as a widow means you also miss the sex. The intimacy. The companionship. Just missing.

Two of the women at the table were trying to outdo each other and at the same time fondling their spouses arms and who knows what went on under the table.

Should Heather tell them to get a room!

Then she thought of the toys. You know the toys, The vibrators, the feathers and whatever else George decided to bring home for her. Well she still had them. There were important memories too.

The third course came.

More bragging from the botoxed women.

She could not help herself.

So asked. “ You have sex a lot.”

They smiled and acted smug.

“ But tell do you know more than six ways to give your spouses a hot blow job? You seem to think you invented sex. I only knew six ways so maybe you can let me know if you know more ways?”

Every head at the table looked her way.

The guys’ eyes were popping.

Then Heather took her purse, the bonbonniere and left the table.

She found her server and advised him not to worry about any more plates for her as she would not be returning to her table.

Needing a washroom break, she found the Ladies room. As she was leaving she encountered the bride’s mother who asked “ Are you leaving?” with a confused look.

Heather was polite and said “the crowd at the table where you put me were very immature and very botoxed.

They really were not my crowd.”

Then Heather looked at her and said” please do not ever invite me to another one of your functions!”

Heather called a cab as she had been given a ride by one of her grandchildren so she could drink and not worry about driving home.

She smiled to herself. She was sure they were still trying to figure out the six ways.

October 24, 2023

Copyright- Barbara Di Mambro

Adolph and I were often treated as the outsider couple. At the Social Club, the President often said he did not know where to seat us. He suggested we should have asked our own people even though Adolph played cards with all the guys at the Club. Then one family wedding where we knew at least 200 people, the bride's Mom stuck us at a table where we did not know the other couples at all. Lastly when I would go to a Bridal shower with my mother-in-law I would be put at the table with all the other widows. One older aunt saw how I felt and did acknowledge Barbie you are at the old lady's table.

So this story although fiction, has many credible pieces to it.

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THE WIDOW SERIES-FIRST COUGAR DATE

 Funny. I wrote this story in 2020 before Adolph died. The idea of many older women wanting to be a cougar. Actually in my younger days, someone had mentioned me as a cougar. I did not know what it meant at the time.

First Cougar Date

They called her a cougar and she believed it. Feeling so vulnerable after George died. It was a grueling 3 years providing his care but she did it.

So getting back on the horse. Well just going out of the house. Those short walks became longer walks. Not liking the gym, bought some weights for the house. Not eating as much, the weight just fell off.

Going through all the stuff, trying to decide- stay or move.

So during those trips to the bagel store for the grandchildren bi-weekly, the young man approached her.

So here she was. Out for a quick meal in Milestones. A favourite restaurant with great steak and other options close to home.

Going to the washroom first. She hesitated as she pulled up her undies overhearing a conversation.

“Do you believe it? That ugly old broad really thinks Jason wanted to go out with her?”

Her friend replied” He lost the bet and had to date her. If he beds her then he wins the $1000”.

“ But how could someone that old think a 38 year old would really want to screw her?”

“ Now, Suzie, maybe she doesn’t have a mirror?””

They both laughed hysterically.

“ Look at us. We are the ones that could have any man or men at any age!!”

Helen was stunned. They were talking about her. I guess they had not noticed after she had arrived, she had quickly gone to the washroom.

“Well we have a good view from the corner. Taking selfies we can pretend it is for us and get some of them.”

“I hope he tries to kiss her in the restaurant. Then I get a bonus bet won”

Jason had approached her on several occasions at the bagel shop.

Yes she started to go there at the same time and well sort of wanted to see him or just talk with the nice young man.

Widowhood brought lonely feelings. Well lots of them.

Just feeling like a has been.

Age 66 is not old but old enough that people your age discard you.

The married couples avoid you. Especially the women who cling to their man as if she would want that fat opinionated pig. Or the ones that did hit on her, wondering if she wanted some needed sex.

Most men her age wanted firm, younger women. As if they were firm. Don’t they notice their saggy balls! Well of course Viagra, the wonder pill for the older man.

Thinking. I have my toys and can take care of my needs, thank you very much. She was not looking for anyone. Having gone through the loss of a cherished spouse had been literal hell.

But Jason worked around there and it was not unusual to run into the same people.

Trying to remember where he worked. Some sub office of a larger company. He had mentioned it. So of course he would have other office mates his age.

Trying to clear her head. Think. Did you ever see him with other people? Did you see expensive cars in the parking lot?

What a stupid old fool I have been? He did often look over her shoulder as if he was seeing someone. Those voices. Did those young women work with them? How would they know about her?

To think they are all there to witness what? A date? A silly old woman wearing a summer dress that is too revealing. Well she did look good and often mistaken for a younger age.

The good thing about washrooms at restaurants is they are at the back and out of view.

So slipping quietly, she waited by the door until she caught a staff’s eye.

She waved at him to come here. She passed him a note and a $10.00 bill. Asked for the back way out. She asked him to give it to the man at the table on the left, second one down from the door. But give her 10 minutes to get a cab and make her getaway.

Not fun finding one’s way around a dumpster but made it to the street and actually hopped the bus that was conveniently there would take her away from the restaurant. She could get off further down the road and call a cab. Just wanting to be out of the area without hesitation.

She wondered about another Bagel shop to be on her list. She could avoid ever seeing that jerk again. She pulled her purse tighter to her chest. Don’t cry now, wait until home!!

Jason was wondering what was going on. He had waited a long time. Perhaps order a drink. He called the waiter over. A Coors Lite. And maybe a glass of wine for the lady.

Then the waiter said, another staff person wanted him to have this.

He opened the note.“ Well tell your friends’ dates, you were not my type after all!”

He looked over at his two buddies and the women duped. They quickly looked around the restaurant and outside.

Well did anyone win the bet??

 

Barbara Di Mambro

Copyright- February 2020

It is not unusual for there to be an age gap between partners. People think of the man always needing to be older. But in life there are situations where the woman is older. Like the current President of France and his wife. 

Women being vulnerable is so prevalent in society but also being aware and strong.

One of the first stories I wrote. I had had it in draft for months before I completed it in February 2020. 

Hope you liked it.

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THE WIDOW SERIES- The Plane in the Sky

 

I have had some many writing projects over the last 8 years since retirement. Genealogy stories, my memories of various areas of my life, some poems and a series of short stories/vignettes of widowhood. They are stories and often really not a reflection of how I felt and am feeling now. I needed to get out to get out of the habit of being too simple in my writing. My personal reflections of my journey with Adolph and our love are privately contained in my journal writing. The stories come from my imagination, my professional experiences and observances of people and life around me.

So I decided rather than leave the stories in a pile of hardcopy prints and files on my computer but to post them here in my blog.

So here goes with one my stories. 

The Plane in the Sky

I heard it at 540 am. It woke me up. Time to pee and just start my day.

The RED eye!

The plane from the West that flies over before heading to Pearson.

Reminded me of that trip west. Well it was the last trip we took.

Visiting family in Calgary then going to Banff and Jasper. The fun touring and photographing those beautiful landscapes. The glory of the Rocky mountains. The Alberta wild roses-so pink were everywhere. Loved my pictures of them.

I wanted to visit Drumheller but he didn’t. So we didn’t. He usually won when it came to couple’s decisions. Just old bones and fossils he said.

Looking back there were too many things that I did not do.

Like going back to get my Masters. He said you have the kids and my paycheck why do you want more.

Like going to Australia for a visit. Too far. Too many hours he said.

Buying a new car. Well it had to be one he liked. And I could not have the colour I wanted. Maybe my favourite colour-purple or light blue.  It had to be black. I hate black.

Grief is not always sad. Sometimes it is the regrets of a life unlived. Of not just compromise but just not having any wishes fulfilled.

Oh that trip west. It was when he first suspected something may be wrong. The stomach cramps began. He thought it was the food we were eating at family’s house.

He said his bowel movements looked different.

Trip to the doctor, the diagnosis, the treatment, then no more treatment. Then he died. It all happened within 8 months. But the time sped up and it seemed much shorter. I was there. I was the dutiful wife. Gave support to his family. They sure as hell did not give me support.

Now those wishes. They do not seem important anymore.

Or do they?

Do I want to go back to Alberta to see the bones? Would I consider Australia?

There are funds. Not rich but some money to go somewhere.

Would I go to Australia with the long flights? It occurred to me that I do a lot of nothing. Oh yeah I am busy with the busy things in life. But boring things. So a long flight could it be eventful? Then seeing that part of the world. It would have to be at least a couple of weeks due to the long flight and adjusting to the time change. So it is a yes. A resounding yes.

More education. What do I need with another degree at 61 years old? But then what am I doing with all the reading and wasting time on the computer. York University has adult learning courses. Online courses could be another option! Check it out. Another resounding Yes.

So Alberta is closer than Australia. So why not go for a short trip to test out travelling alone. Another resounding Yes. And to see the bones and fossils. And take some amazing photos of everything Albertan.

Do I want to be on my death bed and regret I did not fulfill some wishes?

Are there more short goals that I sacrificed to appease him? I don’t want to do this. I don’t want to do that. His voice and words came back to me. Putting down so many suggestions. It became pathetic for me to think I did not do so many simple things.

Like the Helen Redding song I am woman I am strong! So why the hell do I not do the strong things in life. Why do I still feel I should stop myself from doing the simple things.

Well it has been 6 months. Is it too soon to act like an independent woman that I am? Am I supposed to be the grief stricken widow for the rest of my life to appease some social norm? Will his family think I am moving on too fast?

Do I give a flying fuck what they think? I think not.

Time to check the flights to Alberta. Maybe the next red eye could have me on it.

 

Barbara Di Mambro

January 27 2023

So what do you think? I will be posting more stories over the next week. Just cleaning up that pile of writing.

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TULIP IMAGES EVERYWHERE IN RICHMOND HILL ONTARIO CANADA

 One of the main reasons I love May are the tulips.

A quick capture of tulips at the Library on my walk today. Pretty in pink.

Well not tulips but a tree in a beautiful pink show of colour.

#tulipsinMay#pinktree#reflectivethoughtsbybarbara#barbaradimambro

KNOWING HOW TO GET AN APOSTILLE DONE FOR FOREIGN ENDEAVORS

 Okay three trips to Service Ontario to get an Apostille done.

So what is an Apostille? Basically verifying that a notarized document in Canada with an English translation can be verified for use in another country.

In my case, Italy for the sale of the land there.

So if anyone has any questions about the process, I am your person.

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