“Do you want to buy the farm with me?” I asked, almost begging. If Chase didn’t agree to my latest plan, I wasn’t sure I could swing buying the farm. I knew other people were looking and if I didn’t snap it up quickly, I knew someone else would.
“Well, I’ve been thinking about it and haven’t quite decided.” Chase wiped the sweat out of his eyes and continued lifting weights. I took a deep breath as I tried not to scream.
“Are you leaning one way or the other? I’m afraid the farm is going to sell quickly.” I tried to speak calmly, but my heart was pounding. My entire future and dreams depended on this farm. I had no backup plan. I had started drawing the plans for the art therapy and yoga studio I wanted to build next to the barn. The rocks I planned to use to build the walking labyrinth were already in my shopping cart.
“I think I’m leaning toward yes, but I’ll make a decision by Friday.” He didn’t look at me, but started the treadmill as I continued to panic.
Was he doing it on purpose? Was he trying to make me sweat? I watched him run and debated how I could convince him to say yes. I might have to force him. My life and future depended on getting this farm. I just had to make his life depend on it too. I picked up the dumbbell and started toward him.
Standing Room Only 