CHAPTER 10
"Nice to meet you, Mr. Hawthorne. I'm Chuck Rankins." Matt shook the hand that was offered to him then sat in the chair in front of Hawthorne's desk.
"So, what can I do for you today, Mr. Rankins?" Hawthorne sat down in the big leather chair behind his desk and leaned forward eagerly. "Life insurance, perhaps, or homeowners?"
"Actually, you guessed it right the first time. I just got married a few weeks ago and about two weeks later my great aunt passed away. It got me to thinking about life insurance, so I thought I'd check into it." Matt adjusted his tie as he spoke to the broker.
"I'm so sorry for your loss. I have an aunt who is 93 years old. She's still sharp as a tack." He chuckled. "Nothing gets past her. She raised my brother and me after our parents were killed in an auto accident. Aunt Henrietta is more like a mother to me than an aunt. But enough about me, we need to find out exactly how much coverage you need." He slid a computer keyboard in front of him and began hitting keys.
"My great aunt loved flowers. I used to have them sent to her every week. It sure made her happy." Matt looked wistful.
"You do that, too? I send them every week to my aunt as well. I say I send them – I have a wonderful florist who picks out what to send every week. Good thing, too – since I couldn't tell a flower from a weed." Mr. Hawthorne chuckled again. "Now, back to you. We need to know several pieces of information about you so that I can give you an accurate quote."
Matt nodded his head and smiled. "So I'm not alone when it comes to flowers? That's good news." He smiled at the broker and had already decided that Mr. Hawthorne was probably not the serial killer they were looking for.