The Sweetheart Deal. Syndi Powell

you afford that?”

      “I can’t afford not to.” Because the option of doing nothing was unthinkable. “Unless you have some money you could lend me.”

      Her mom laughed, but it sounded false. “Oh, sure. Let me send you a check for twenty thousand. Will that work?” Another pause. “You know if I had anything, I’d be the first to be sure you had enough.”

      Her mom had never been one she could depend on in a crisis. She’d always turned to her dad, then Grammy after he’d died. They’d been the steady, strong ones in her life. Not her mother. “Thanks anyway, Mom.” Megs turned down the street where she lived. “I’m almost home, so I’ve got to go. Have fun with Stan.”

      “Oh, I will.” Then her mother was gone.

      Megs ended the call by pressing a button and gripped the steering wheel. It was time to start depending on herself. Time to do something different. Be something different. She could be strong on her own. Do it all herself.

      But first, she’d have to research what a written business plan required.