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were old but looked to be well preserved. Beautiful Christmas lights were strung overhead, and wreaths decorated every store door. Antique lampposts had swirls of garland wrapped around them. Everything was so Norman Rockwell, she felt as though she had driven onto a movie lot.
Rachel snapped herself out of her daze and remembered she needed to locate the Realty office to get her keys. A smile crept across her lips as she noticed an antique-looking sign that said ‘Birch Valley Realty’ hanging off a building. She had made it. Excitement bubbled inside her as she quickly parked outside the office.
Surprised by the professional atmosphere upon entering, Rachel nervously approached the front counter that seem to be unoccupied.
“Hello?” she announced.
“Be right there,” a woman’s voice answered quickly as its owner emerged from a nearby hallway. “How can I help you?” she asked politely.
“Yes, hello, I’m Rachel Montgomery. I’m here to pick up some keys for a rental.”
“That’s right. I think Cheryl thought you would be in a little later.” The older woman started looking through a drawer in a nearby desk for what Rachel guessed were the keys.
“I stayed the night in Spokane and wanted to get out here early. I know my movers should have stopped by to drop off everything.” Rachel was starting to ramble. She began to feel uneasy as the woman continued to search for the keys.
“Well, my dear, I can’t seem to find those keys. As for those movers, I know they called Cheryl and let her know they should be here soon. Looks like you beat them,” she said cheerfully.
Rachel was confused. “Excuse me, they were supposed to be here almost two days ago,” she started to complain.
A concerned look washed over the woman’s face, and her laugh lines seemed to deepen as she frowned. “Let me call Cheryl and see what she knows.”
“Okay, thank you. I’d appreciate it,” Rachel replied, trying desperately to sound polite but feeling her aggravation rising.
The woman dialed the phone on the desk, smiled softly at Rachel, and turned away as the person on the other end answered. She lowered her voice as they began to speak, and Rachel strained to hear the details of their conversation.
After hanging up, the woman looked squarely at her. “Well, sweetie, looks like we’re in a bit of a pickle.”
“Oh?” Rachel knew whatever this woman was about to tell her was not going to be good news.
The woman took a step closer and inhaled deeply. “It would seem the movers got stuck on the pass.”
“Excuse me? I’m not sure I understand. I made it through just fine. The roads were a little scary, but I made it in my car.” Rachel motioned toward her BMW parked outside.
“You took the 90 highway here?” the woman questioned.
“No, I didn’t.” Rachel was quick to reply with a hint of snottiness in her voice.
“Okay, well, unfortunately the movers did, and they got trapped in that darn snowstorm we had right after Christmas.” The woman looked worried. “Cheryl says she is going to be coming in. She’s plowing her driveway right now. She suggested you stop over at Herrick’s for a cup of coffee and meet her back here.”
Rachel let out a huff. “I guess I don’t have much of choice, do I?”
The woman frowned at her. “Afraid not, dear. Cheryl says she will figure out what’s going on. Herrick’s serves a lovely breakfast if you are hungry. Here’s how to get there,” she offered as she began to write the directions to the diner on a sheet of paper.
Rachel grimaced and accepted the directions with a nod before leaving. This was not how she saw her first day in Birch Valley going. The crisp air stung her face and ears as she jumped back into her car. She cranked the heater and tried to get her bearings.
The diner was right off Main Street and located on the corner. As Rachel pulled into the already-full parking lot, she spied a car slowly backing out and waited to swoop in for
Rachel snapped herself out of her daze and remembered she needed to locate the Realty office to get her keys. A smile crept across her lips as she noticed an antique-looking sign that said ‘Birch Valley Realty’ hanging off a building. She had made it. Excitement bubbled inside her as she quickly parked outside the office.
Surprised by the professional atmosphere upon entering, Rachel nervously approached the front counter that seem to be unoccupied.
“Hello?” she announced.
“Be right there,” a woman’s voice answered quickly as its owner emerged from a nearby hallway. “How can I help you?” she asked politely.
“Yes, hello, I’m Rachel Montgomery. I’m here to pick up some keys for a rental.”
“That’s right. I think Cheryl thought you would be in a little later.” The older woman started looking through a drawer in a nearby desk for what Rachel guessed were the keys.
“I stayed the night in Spokane and wanted to get out here early. I know my movers should have stopped by to drop off everything.” Rachel was starting to ramble. She began to feel uneasy as the woman continued to search for the keys.
“Well, my dear, I can’t seem to find those keys. As for those movers, I know they called Cheryl and let her know they should be here soon. Looks like you beat them,” she said cheerfully.
Rachel was confused. “Excuse me, they were supposed to be here almost two days ago,” she started to complain.
A concerned look washed over the woman’s face, and her laugh lines seemed to deepen as she frowned. “Let me call Cheryl and see what she knows.”
“Okay, thank you. I’d appreciate it,” Rachel replied, trying desperately to sound polite but feeling her aggravation rising.
The woman dialed the phone on the desk, smiled softly at Rachel, and turned away as the person on the other end answered. She lowered her voice as they began to speak, and Rachel strained to hear the details of their conversation.
After hanging up, the woman looked squarely at her. “Well, sweetie, looks like we’re in a bit of a pickle.”
“Oh?” Rachel knew whatever this woman was about to tell her was not going to be good news.
The woman took a step closer and inhaled deeply. “It would seem the movers got stuck on the pass.”
“Excuse me? I’m not sure I understand. I made it through just fine. The roads were a little scary, but I made it in my car.” Rachel motioned toward her BMW parked outside.
“You took the 90 highway here?” the woman questioned.
“No, I didn’t.” Rachel was quick to reply with a hint of snottiness in her voice.
“Okay, well, unfortunately the movers did, and they got trapped in that darn snowstorm we had right after Christmas.” The woman looked worried. “Cheryl says she is going to be coming in. She’s plowing her driveway right now. She suggested you stop over at Herrick’s for a cup of coffee and meet her back here.”
Rachel let out a huff. “I guess I don’t have much of choice, do I?”
The woman frowned at her. “Afraid not, dear. Cheryl says she will figure out what’s going on. Herrick’s serves a lovely breakfast if you are hungry. Here’s how to get there,” she offered as she began to write the directions to the diner on a sheet of paper.
Rachel grimaced and accepted the directions with a nod before leaving. This was not how she saw her first day in Birch Valley going. The crisp air stung her face and ears as she jumped back into her car. She cranked the heater and tried to get her bearings.
The diner was right off Main Street and located on the corner. As Rachel pulled into the already-full parking lot, she spied a car slowly backing out and waited to swoop in for
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