Ellen cringed as the door squealed in protest. “Come inside,” she said waving to Bill.
“Are you crazy? This place is ancient.”
“Stop being negative. This place is perfect. Look at the windows, the light, and space. My God, it’s like an open canvas.” She spun around like a schoolgirl. “Can’t you see it?”
“What I see is a money pit,” he said lifting the cord on the strange switch box. “Who wired this place, Mickey Mouse?” He shook his head, “But, I see the appeal.”
She squealed, clapping her hands. “Yes?
“A suckers born every minute,” he said, smiling.