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Carol Marinelli:
âA heartwarming story about taking a chance and not
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âCarol Marinelli writes with sensitivity,
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PUTTING ALICE BACK TOGETHER
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SO IT HAD been too good to be true!
Marnie Johnson drove slowly down Beach Road with a sense of mounting unease. The modern apartments and townhouses she had inspected just a couple of weeks ago were slowly giving way to dilapidated renovatorsâ delights with sprawling, overgrown gardens. These were the type of homes that would require a whole lot of TLC for anyone to live comfortably in themâand the one thing Marnie didnât have was time to give a new home a lot of attention.
Almost certain that she had the job of nurse unit manager at the Bayside Hospital on Melbourneâs Mornington Peninsula, Marnie had spent the afternoon after her interview looking at suitable homes to rent and had fallen in love with this street in particular. Yes, it was expensive but it was still a lot cheaper than her smart city apartment. She had been taken in by the sun-drenched, sparkling apartments with views that looked out over the bay and the townhouses with their balconies perfectly angledâjust right for relaxing after a busy day, and Marnie certainly intended to be busy.
When the job offer had been confirmed Marnie had found herself far more stretched for time than usual, what with finishing up her old role and celebrating her sea change with friends. Yes, it had been a gamble but, after a lengthy conversation with Dave, the real estate agent who had shown her around, she had signed a monthâs lease on a house unseen, having been told that it was very similar to the ones she had inspected.
Similar!
The only similarity to the homes Marnie had been shown was that they each had a front door. Not that Marnie could see this particular oneâit was obscured by overgrown bushes and trees, and the grass, as Marnie walked up the path, was waist high.
Never trust a real estate agent.
Marnie knew that but had been taken in when Dave had told her that this home had just come on the market and there were no photos yet. She had been so stretched that, for once, the very organised Marnie had taken her eye off the ball.
And look what happened when she did!
Pushing the door open, Marnie stepped inside and it was easily as bad as she had been expecting.
Marnie pulled out her phone and when the real estate agentâs receptionist answered she asked to be put through to Dave. Marnie could hear the irritation coming through in her own voiceâher usually lilting Irish accent was now sounding a touch brusque and harsh and she fought to check it.
âDave is at an auction,â the receptionist that Marnie had collected the keys from explained. âIâm not expecting him to come back to the office today, though I can call him and leave a message asking him to get in touch with you.â
Marnie bit back a smart responseâafter all, none of this was the young womanâs fault. âYes, if you could ask him to call me as soon as possible, Iâd appreciate it.â
There wasnât a hope that Dave would be calling back today, Marnie just knew it.
Tomorrow was Sunday and on Monday she started her new job and there simply wouldnât be time to arrange more inspections and shift her things againâshe made sure that She led by example and she wasnât going to spend the first week in her new role trying to sort out somewhere else to live. She looked around at the grimy beige walls and told herself that once she had washed them down and cleaned the dusty windows, the place might not be so bad after allâthough Marnie was sure she was fooling herself. As she wandered from room to room it grew increasingly hard to stay positive. The place didnât even have a bathâjust a very mouldy-looking shower that would certainly need a good scrub before she used it. âWhat is it with Australians and their showers?â Marnie asked herself out loudâshe liked to have a bath in the evening to relax.
Letting out a sigh, she gave up dwelling on itâsheâd been through far worse than this.
The removal truck would be arriving with her furniture at eight oâclock tomorrow, along with two of her brothers, Ronan and Brendan.