There were two problems to overcome in the pursuit of country living and commuting: to choose the right place and getting the financing. Both problems were at the core of the whole idea. To approach them sensibly was especially difficult because Milton Korn could not stop being fascinated and attracted to Honey Bloom. Honey, on her side, felt very warm toward Milt. It was not good that he lived with his mother, and it was potentially not good that he was younger than her by about five years.
Honey pushed these superficial thoughts out of her mind. She reminded herself that this was not a seduction situation. It’s more like a merger. Two entities share a mutual goal. One of the entities has cash on hand. The other entity has no assets to speak of, but is the driving force behind the concept. They had gone for supper together after work, to a small Italian place where the food was great, the décor was unimportant and people could sit at a quiet corner table and speak of matters of great importance.
“Do you think we should go to a bank or a mortgage company for financing?” Milt said.
“Neither,” Honey said. “I want to put up the money.”
“What, the whole total?” Milt was shocked.
“Sure. I have an excess amount of cash lying around,” Honey said, “so I might as well put it into something more fun than a bank or more certificates.”
“Well, how will I put in my share?” Milt said.
“I’ll hold a mortgage and you can pay your share just as if it was an outside lender,” Honey said. “The current rate is about three percent. Not much, but still I’ll charge you only one and a half percent.”
“I’m not comfortable with that,” Milt said. “You’d have all the control.”
“Not really. The deed will be in both names,” Honey said. “The property will be jointly owned by Milt and Honey Korn… uh… I mean, Milton Korn and Honey Bloom.
“We should have separate lawyers,” Milt said, “so there’s no conflict of interest.”
“Look, Milt,” Honey said, “we’re kinda friends, right? As well as colleagues.”
“Yes, of course.”
“Don’t you think we can be a bit less technical about this?” Honey said. “Couldn’t we just talk about stuff as it comes up, and solve it on the spot?”
“Yes, sure, I guess so,” Milt said. “We have to talk about my mother and your girlfriend.”
“I remember a farm with a hundred and twenty acres, a large main house and a lovely guest cottage farther down the driveway,” Honey said.
“Yes, I remember that one too,” Milt said. “I’m just afraid that all the peace and quiet and creative stimulation might be spoiled.”
“If it doesn’t work out, we just set them up somewhere else,” Honey said. “You’ll be able to pursue your fantasy life, and I’ll do mine.”
“Well, to tell you the truth,” Milton said, “you already play a major role in my fantasy life. Don’t you see that it can be a problem?”
“To tell the truth, Milt,” Honey said, “you already play a major role in my fantasy life too. Do you want to do something about it?