“I’m sorry,” she says yet again. “I know I’m going on and on here. It’s just… I think it’s sad that aplace like that has to close. I just keep thinking about all the people that depend on it.”
“It doesn’t have to close.”
She blinks in confusion. “Huh?”
“Not if I have anything to say about it,” I rasp quietly.
This time she looks at me.
I shrug. “It’s closing because there’s not enough funding, right? Well, I’ve got money.”
Her eyes go wide for a moment as she realizes what I’m saying. Then I see a spark of brightness Irecognize piercing through all that sorrow.
“Really?” she says. “You’d do that?”
“I may not be a good man, Charlotte. But I have the power to do good things. So consider it done.”
She bites her lip like she doesn’t know what to say. In the end, she jus
