Chapter Twelve––––––––
Since the Florida Gators were flying north to play in Barker Stadium, Trunk didn’t have to get on a plane. He had time before the game. He went to practice for four hours every morning then hawked real estate offices, searching for the perfect home every afternoon.
This couldn’t be just any property. He wanted lots of land so he could plant fruit trees and have a garden. The house didn’t need to be gigantic, since it would be just him living there until he found his special lady, but the structure had to have charm.
The place has got to give me a reason to come back. Got to be comfortable. Not hard to maintain. And not too big. If Carla was there, I’d be home every night. Never happen.
Al Mahoney kept his eye on his wallet and decided a smaller building would do
