The Farm

“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.  


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