7
“WE’RE LEGAL!” IVY SHOUTED WHEN she walked into the foyer of her house. She’d had to stop at Nailed It to pay for the materials Jamir needed for the back cottages, but she’d been dying to tell Shelly. Fine time for her phone to have run out of battery.
Shelly raced in from the library. “Woo-hoo! You did it!” She grabbed her, and they jumped up and down together like they had when they were kids. “I was waiting for your call. Dead battery again?”
Ivy nodded. “Like Imani said, it was a close vote,” she said, still flushed with excitement over the change in zoning. “Thank goodness she helped me prepare some excellent talking points.”
Poppy rounded the corner from the library, waggling her hands overhead. “I’m so happy for you, Auntie.”
“Your work paid off, too.” Poppy had helped her pr
