Misgivings: Day 2

Word Count: 12,514

Summary of Events:

Greyson had work for a couple days driving the truck hauling crop spray solutions to the fields in order for the crops to be sprayed according to their needs. Returning home one day, Greyson was dismayed to find the street flooded from a water main break that put some 30cm of water over the floor of his basement suite, which, although not a level high enough to damage Greyson's valuables, was going to require a decent amount of repair to the suite that might take some time. For the time being, Greyson's very friendly and accommodating landlord, Aron, offered Greyson his spare bedroom to stay in until he could make new arrangements…

Excerpt of the Day:

He looked at the document beside him, which was very professional looking as Aron wasn’t just a real estate agent, but he was the son of one of Grande Prairie’s most prominent lawyers, whom Greyson was sure had given free consultation on how the document should be worded, at the very least.

Greyson typed out the first few words before determining that the default font didn’t look official, seeing as it was a font without serifs. The document he’d signed had been written up in a serifed font, and it looked more serious and official as a result, so Greyson changed to a serifed font on his document before continuing to copy the words from the document he’d signed five years ago to create a new document of his own with a few subtle changes to the information put into the document based on his recollections.

Even though there hadn’t been an overwhelming quantity of damage to the structure from what Greyson could tell, he was sure that the insurance assessors would be more qualified to determine the extent of the damage and even what level of repair would need to be done to ensure no concerns in the future, but he was sure that they would require the basement to be gutted in order to ensure no mould concerns in the future.

As a result it would at least be months, but could well be longer that Greyson would have to be living in Aron and Jill’s spare bedroom if he meant to return to living in their basement, but considering he wanted to be closer to the Norgaard farm by harvest time in order to not have such a long commute, it seemed to him that his hand had been forced.

At least until a more suitable rental place opened up in Rycroft or Spirit River — the two nearest communities where Greyson had found some unfortunately occupied rental properties — he was going to have to move into the sketchy mobile home on the Fransbergen property, whether he liked it or not.

Thus, he was copying the rental agreement he’d signed with Aron in order to provide an agreement for Mr. Fransbergen to sign with him in order to have a written agreement that would leave him assured that he wasn’t going to get screwed by Mr. Fransbergen, as he wouldn’t be inclined to put that sort of thing past Mr. Fransbergen.

Since it’d been nearly a week since he’d visited the Fransbergen farm — although Greyson had no reason to believe it was actually a functioning farm, nothing on the place had indicated that it was capable of functioning even if it wanted to — Greyson was hoping that he was recalling what Mr. Fransbergen had said correctly.

Greyson really didn’t want to have to live on the Fransbergen farm, considering how messy it’d been, and how unsettled he’d felt while there, but it was literally the only option he had, even if he weren’t obstinately inclined to not move to Sexsmith.