He suggested that I go and visit Nancy Landgrabb, a good friend of mine. I gave her a call, and she asked me to come over. I'm not ready, so I hope this goes well. Wish me luck.
When I got there, she asked me to sit in the dining room. There was this paper that read:
This contract is saying that the Landgrabbs are going to lend me the money! I would just have to pay them back. Sigh. Me and the preacher will come up with the rest of the funding to provide housing, welfare, and maybe even jobs for all citizens. I signed the document, she witnessed it, and I talked to her a little while longer about what was to come for me and my planning. I let her know that I would love for her to become treasure, and she agreed. I can't wait to tell the pastor!