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company. We’ll keep your name and address on file if we may?”
    “Certainly, go ahead. And thank you for your time. I appreciate it.”
    “Thank you, Mr. Jacobson.”
    Wil hung up the phone. That was that. He had to tell the realtor that he could not go ahead with the purchase of the house. He would also need to find the words to tell Emma that he not only lost their haus , but he had spent a portion of the money that she had given him.
     
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    “Now, to call Wil. I hope he’s near his barn,” Emma said.
    “What are you going to say to him, Emma? Remember, no gut comes from anger.”
    “I’m too numb to be angry Maureen. That was my money he was renovating the house with and now it’s all wasted if the sale isn’t proceeding.”
    Emma called the phone in Wil’s barn, but there was no answer. She remembered the name of Wil’s lawyer, so she called him. The lawyer’s secretary was not going to give over any information, but relented when Emma said that she was Wil’s fiancé and was away and could not reach Wil.
    “Okay, I’ll look up that file.” A minute later the secretary came back to the phone. “It seems that Wil was expecting money to come through, and it didn’t come through in time.”
    “Is that all you can tell me?” Emma asked. After the secretary had assured Emma that that was all she could tell her, Emma hung up the phone and looked up at Maureen, who was standing over her. “They said that Wil’s money didn’t come through.”
    “From what?” Maureen asked.
    “I don’t know. Wil won’t talk about his finances. He’s vaguely told me that he has investments and things. I don’t know what they were talking about; what money didn’t come through in time?”
    “Try calling him again,” Maureen said.
    Emma called Wil’s number once more, hoping he’d be near his barn and this time he answered.
    “Emma, how are you?”
    “I’m fine, Wil. I’ve found the old lady who owned the haus, and she said that the sale of her house hasn’t gone through. What happened?”
    “ Jah , I’m sorry about that, Emma.”
    “Well, what happened?” Emma didn’t want apologies she wanted answers.
    “I thought I was getting money come through, but it hasn’t come yet.”
    It was the same old vague answers that Wil gave her every time regarding money. She had to pin him down. “What money, and where was it coming from?”
    Wil blew out a deep breath. “You remember that plough I was working on?”
    Emma could not remember, but knew Wil always had several projects that he was working on at the one time. “I vaguely remember.”
    “Well, I sent the plans off to a company and I was hoping they’d buy the plans from me.”
    Emma closed her eyes and pushed her fingers into her forehead. “I don’t understand. Has the firm ever suggested that they might give you money for it?”
    “ Nee , not in so many words, but you don’t understand how these things work. I knew someone who sent in a plan for something similar to that same company, and they gave him three hundred thousand dollars for it.”
    Emma knew nothing about business, but the story sounded totally unrealistic to her. “Who was that person, Wil?”
    “I can’t say who, but I distinctly remember someone telling me about it.”
    Emma shook her head. Was Wil going to be like Maureen’s David? At some point in the future would she tell someone the story of Wil and what he’d done – the man she nearly married? “How much of my money have you already spent on the house?”
    “Only twelve thousand.”
    Emma clutched at her throat. “Only?”
    “Well, I could sell some of the timber back. I could see if they’ll take the other things back too.”
    “See what you can do.” Emma was doing her best to contain her anger. She had given Wil twenty thousand dollars to renovate the haus as her contribution; seeing that she thought that he had bought the haus with his money.
    “I’m sorry about your money, Emma. You sound