01_The Best Gift by Irene Hannon Read Free Book Online Page B

was, in fact, a lovely woman.
    With a will of iron.
     
     
    “A.J., do you have a minute?”
    A.J. turned to find George from the Greek restaurant down the block standing at the end of the aisle. He looked agitated, and she frowned. “Sure. What’s up?”
    “Can I speak with you, someplace private?”
    “The office is about as private as it gets around here.” She headed toward the front desk. “Trish, I’ll be in the back with Mr. Pashos. Stay at the desk, okay? Blake should be back from lunch any minute.”
    “Sure thing.” The girl happily climbed on a stool behind the counter and proceeded to inspect her nails.
    A.J. led the way toward the office, and motioned George to a seat. “Is everything okay?”
    He sat, but leaned forward intently and shook his head. “Nothing is okay. Do you know about this thing called TIF?”
    “No. What is it?”
    “It stands for tax increment financing. The government can use it to help develop areas where—how do you say?—the economic potential isn’t being maximized.”
    A.J. frowned. “Okay. So why is this upsetting you?”
    George stood and began to pace. “There is a developer who wants to buy this block and put in a retail and residential development. He has already started the process.”
    Twin furrows appeared on A.J.’s brow. “But what if we don’t want to sell?”
    “That is where TIF comes in. If he can convince the city that his development will generate more revenue for Maplewood, we could all be shut down.”
    “But that’s wrong!”
    “Of course it is wrong! Your aunt, she would fight this! She was the first one to open a shop here, more than twenty years ago, when this area was not so good and businesses were closing, not opening. She believed in this area. And she persuaded others to follow. Your aunt, she was good at that. After we became friends and she found out that Sophia and I wanted to start our own restaurant, she helped us. We would not have our restaurant if it was not for her generosity and kindness, may the Lord be with her. And then others followed. Joe at the bakery, and Alene at the natural food store. Rose at the deli has been here for many years, and so has Steve. Carlos at the art gallery is the newest, but he has been here for ten years, too. We were the pioneers. We took a chance and invested in this area. And now that it is hot and trendy, what do we get? They want to throw us out! It is not right! The whole character of the neighborhood, it will change!” George’s accent grew thicker as he spoke, and his agitation increased.
    “There must be a way to stop this,” A.J. reasoned. “Have you talked to any of the others?”
    “No, not yet. I come to you first. You and Jo, you seem the same in many ways. Kind and caring. I did not think you would want your aunt’s legacy to be sacrificed just so more money could be made by a rich developer. I think maybe you might have an idea.”
    A.J. tapped a pencil against the desk, frowning thoughtfully. “Well, I certainly believe there’s strength in numbers. I guess the first thing we need to do is tell all the merchants on this block what’s going on, and then have a meeting. If we all put our heads together, I’m sure we can come up with something.”
    “A meeting. Yes, that is a good way to start. But soon, A.J. We cannot waste time.”
    “I agree. Why don’t we see if everyone is available Thursday night? We can have the meeting here, after the shop closes.”
    “Good. I will check. And I will bring baklava. It is always good to eat when you are trying to think.” He pumped A.J.’s hand. “I knew the day you came down to introduce yourself that you would be a good neighbor, just like your aunt. I tell that to Sophia when you left. Now I know even more that it is true. I talk to you soon.”
    A.J. watched George leave. His spirits seemed higher, now that they had a preliminary action plan. But A.J. wasn’t feeling so upbeat. Fighting city hall was never easy,