“It sure is pretty here,” Anissa said as the three women headed for the boathouse. “I think I’m going to like living here. Now if I can just support myself to afford it.” Tori said nothing, but took the lead. Herb kept an old Chris Craft wooden boat that looked like it had been an extra from the movie On Golden Pond. Tori remembered riding in it years ago, but Herb hadn’t launched it in at least a decade. It would need a lot of work if some collector wanted to restore it. But it sat in the boat house, taking up valuable space that could have been used by a paying tenant. She’d mention that to Herb. There had to be more ways they could promote what they had and make the business pay for itself. She’d mention it to Kathy first, but not that night. They had other things to contend with. Tori threw a switch and the dusty light bulb hanging over the boat barely brightened the gloom. “I think your grandpa’s right,”
