Hart’s Content
“So, what’s the name of this place you plan on renovating?” Mr. Eldridge asked, glancing up from the desk.
“Hart’s Content,” Aaron Prescott replied, his voice unusually calm and devoid of enthusiasm. Inside, though, he felt a jittery uncertainty, masking the anxiety churning just beneath his composed exterior.
“And I’d call it a restoration, not just a renovation. The house is on its last foundations. I’d be surprised if it lasted another year like this.”
Eldridge eyed him inquisitively and leaned forward in his chair, hard-edged gaze unwavering.
“Hart’s Content,” Aaron Prescott replied, his voice unusually calm and devoid of enthusiasm. Inside, though, he felt a jittery uncertainty, masking the anxiety churning just beneath his composed exterior.
“And I’d call it a restoration, not just a renovation. The house is on its last foundations. I’d be surprised if it lasted another year like this.”
Eldridge eyed him inquisitively and leaned forward in his chair, hard-edged gaze unwavering.