He shuffled a few papers together in a pile on his desk and then set them aside before grabbing a different stack. Rather than invest Mr. Ishi’s money directly into the center, he’d set up an investment fund. From that, he funded several types of scholarships and grants. Security deposits for kids getting their first apartments, emergency car repairs, clothes for seeking employment, and other needs. It was rapidly becoming one of his favorite parts of the job.
Actually deciphering the applications, however… Ted rubbed his eyes and winced. Maybe he should have listened to Monica about having them be only online, but not all the kids had access to computers. He’d set up a small computer lab there at the center, but perhaps he should consider expanding it. Ted exhaled, then set the applications in a folder. Magda and her crew would be arriving sometime today. Perhaps he could convince Daniel and Ash to help.
There was a light rapping at the door. “Come in.” Ted looked up, expecting to see Margaret. Then his face broke into a wide smile. “Rebecca. I wasn’t expecting you until next week.” He stood up.
His ex-wife returned the smile. “Plans changed at the last minute. I hope you don’t mind me just dropping in.” She shrugged, then looked around. “Last time I saw this building it looked like setting it on fire would be doing it a favor.”
“We’ve put a lot of work in over the past couple years.” He walked around the desk. “Let me show you around.”
“Just show me to whatever room is emitting that heavenly smell.” She nodded as they stepped into the hallway.
Ted laughed. “Sister Margaret teaches a cooking class. I believe this week is brownies.” He gestured for her to follow him. “And since she is a nun I suppose heavenly is accurate enough.”
Rebecca smiled warmly as he introduced her to the class. He referred to her as an old friend rather than explaining to everyone that she was his ex-wife. And it was true enough. They’d been friends once, and after putting their disaster of a marriage behind them they’d managed to become friends again. The kids let her taste the brownies, and she praised them all.
After the kids filed out, he turned toward her. “So what does bring you to town?”
“I realized I’m still paying rent on that storage unit on Fifteenth. Since I don’t recall what is in it, I thought I should check with you before heading over.” Rebecca shrugged.
“I remember it being a lot of boxes that we never unpacked after we moved from Oregon, but beyond…” He frowned, then waved a hand. “That might be where all those linens are.”
“Oh, the ones we collected in Europe?” She started nodding. “I think you’re right.” She gave him a hesitant look. “Dibs?”
“All but the French ones?” He raised an eyebrow. Magda was going to be staying with them, after all.