While Mr. Mondale (which it was learned first name was Gregory, Greg for short) talked to Jeff about the four bedroom, two and a half bath house, which conveniently close to the Zorels condo, and right on the park's property (almost), Calla gave Candy the tour.
Greg assured Jeff that everything with this property would be through him, and was already aware of the stove needing replaced. He could have it done on Monday morning. Greg would be who to call to have any maintenance done as he had reliable workers. "This house needs the least work. Stove replacement notwithstanding. I can't draw up the papers until Monday about ten or so, as the stove is supposed to be delivered around eight or eight-thirty. This is one of a few rent to owns... Or do you want to see a different nearby property? The fourplex is about a mile and a half that way," he pointed the direction, "and is the other I promised you could see. It needs a little more maintenance than this, but I couldn't deal with Calla bellyaching that you guys need a place and the band should be together."
Candy came back outside and noticed. "Jeff, look. Isn't that a strange car parked in front of the Zorels? Looks like someone or sometwo are at the door." She caught some of what Greg was saying. "This place is pretty roomy. I'm pretty sure everyone would approve. It should be voted on, though." She still seemed interested on what was just down the street.
Back at the Zorels, Pat looked at the door and pulled her pipe from her mouth as she set her recliner up and put her paper to the side. Lenard was in his study, and the girls sent upstairs after the dishes were finished. "Who is it?" She asked as she knew full well Jeff and Candy were probably still with Mr. Mondale at the first address, not knowing they were only five houses away at the corner where the entrance to the park was. She called for Lenard at the same time.