“A viva says it’s not as simple as I thought. Dovi is concerned. He feels like it undermines him.” Helen Coleman spoke in that special tone she used when she considered something urgent her brows appropriately furrowed as she broke the news.
Mendy Coleman sighed. “Tell her that Dovi can relax. I’m not buying the camp anyhow. Not because of him though. I don’t intend to live the rest of my life deciding what I can do based on how it makes him feel. I gave him my business to run.”
“So what happened? Too much money?”
“Nah not that the price is fair. It’s that Barry Penner won’t sell to me. I don’t really get it but it seems like he knows Chaim wants it and of course he knows that Chaim and I are close so he lumped us together right away. He told me that he doesn’t see it as a serious offer. Chaim is going through a midlife crisis and all that. He has a right to choose and I’m not fighting him. If he doesn’t believe in Chaim that’s his prerogative. He says Chaim isn’t made for camp and it’s a waste of time.”
Helen Coleman’s hand flew up to cover her mouth as if in horror at the idea even though Rivky Reimer had expressed precisely the same thought a few weeks earlier.
