Chapter 3
Ellie had taken to sleeping later and later each day, so it was no surprise that it was Cassie who approached Eric first about working on their "miracle". Eric was down in the den playing a video game early the next morning after Thanksgiving when Cassie slid in beside him sipping a hot cup of tea.
The day had turned out clear and sunny, but a good couple of feet of snow must have fallen the night before. They had all agreed to keep the thermostat down to help their parents, but because it was on the ground floor on the North side of the house, the den always felt like the chilliest room in the house.
"It's freezing in here," Cassie sipped from her steaming mug. "How do you stand it?"
"It's not that bad," Eric shrugged without looking away from the game. "It got cold last night. Snowed pretty good too."
"So what did you think of Ellie's list?" Cassie nudged him in the arm to get his attention.
"Well, getting her some weed is a pretty easy fix," Eric started tapping a button repeatedly as the tempo of the game shifted.
"I'm sure it is with your friends," Cassie rolled her eyes, "but I wanted to do something more memorable for her if we could."
"Hey, I'd like to go on Spring Break too, but even if we had the money, there aren't any resorts open and no flights to get there," he shrugged.
"I was thinking the skiing thing might be the best bet, what do you think?" Cassie did her best to sound helpful and collaborative.
"Well," Eric lost focus for a moment as he avoided an incoming threat in the game he was playing, "I think the hill out back is the closest thing to a slope in the area, but I'm not sure trudging up the hill in deep snow a million times for a 30 second ride is what Ellie had in mind."
"Well you're the engineer." Cassie groped around for a solution, but was well out of her comfort zone. "Isn't there some way to rig up a ski lift?"
Eric paused the game to look over at her in sarcastic disbelief. Despite the chilly temperature of the room, he felt a brief flash of heat emanate from his body, and did his best not to look down, as he could see a little bit of skin between each button on her flannel pajama top in his peripheral vision and Cassie was looking him in the eye. "Seriously, you'd need a construction crew, heavy equipment and tons of material to build a ski lift. It would probably be ready sometime in August."
"No, not a ski lift. What do you call the things on the bunny slopes? With the rope?"
"You mean a rope pull?" He sounded less skeptical.
"Yeah, that's it." She nodded. "It wouldn't have to be much. Just enough to pull the three of us up the hill for a couple of hours one afternoon."
"That's not even a crazy idea," Eric mused. He hit pause on the controller, and after thinking it over for a moment, exited the game. "Let's get dressed and go out to the storage sheds."
Their father was an accountant and worked for a company that provided consulting and tax advice to other companies, but he had always done work on the side, particularly during tax season. He was local, and most of the farmers and ranchers knew him, so he ended up doing most of their taxes every year and even helped keep the books for a couple of the larger operations in the area. Early on in his side work, he had ended up settling with some of his clients by taking excess equipment or supplies, in lieu of payment, to help them through hard times. If they weren't able to pay him back within a few months, he usually ended up selling off the goods wherever he could turn a profit over and above what he was owed. Their father always valued the goods a little higher than they could be quick-sold for at auction, but he also had the luxury of time, to find a buyer that the farmer or small business usually didn't. After a while, he had started to get calls from other farms and small businesses that needed to generate cash quickly and he had earned a reputation as someone who dealt fairly.
Their mother had objected when their father started erecting a metal outbuilding on their property, but when he sat her down to show her how much he had made from setting up a second business to handle liquidating the distressed goods and equipment, she reluctantly agreed. Even though theirs was one of the smaller properties in the area, they still had well over 60 acres that they didn't use for farming or livestock. Their property was too hilly for farming but their parents had liked the tree covered slopes and had no interest in developing it as farmland. So when the first building grew to two and then three buildings, the only thing their mother had asked was if the operation could be moved back onto the property and out of sight of the front of the house and the road.
Their father had continued to make money every year, while also acquiring a substantial mix of items that he said 'were just waiting for the right buyer at the right time', but his mother referred to as 'dad's indoor junkyard'".
By ten o'clock he had walked each of the storage buildings with Cassie and Eric had a plan taking shape. He'd located a small tractor, not much larger than a riding lawnmower, along with a large collection of cables that were about 12 feet long, but had a fitting on each end that allowed them to be quickly joined to create any length the user needed. Eric wasn't sure what they were for, but they were plenty heavy for the use that he had in mind. The hardest part was finding a pulley that could be anchored to a heavy object at the top of the slope.
Cassie was getting cold and tired after helping him dig through the storage buildings for two hours, but Eric didn't really object when she asked if she could take a break to go inside. He was caught up in solving the problem and barely noticed when she left. He added fuel to the tractor, cleaned the plugs and checked the fuel lines and filters. Thankfully it had been prepped for storage at some point and after charging the small battery, he was able to get it started a few hours later, even in the cold weather.
Eric went by the house to make a couple of sandwiches, but was the right back out in the storage building as soon as he had fixed them, eating as he walked.
"What's up with Eric?" Ellie asked from the living room. She had slept until almost noon and was washing down a couple of ibuprofen with a cup of coffee. She had the most to drink of any of them the night before and was now regretting the mixture of wine and cognac. It had given her such a fun buzz the night before, but now made her feel like she'd been poisoned.
"Can't tell you," Cassie smiled mischievously. "It's a secret."
"Really?" Ellie perked up. "Is it one of my wishes?"
"I'm not saying." Cassie shrugged but continued to smile. "Which brings me to what we're going to do for his wish."