Alicia nodded; believing that you were doing something that would please someone you’d lost she understood. The whole Foundation was based on the idea that both Alicia and Mrs. Fawley knew Daniel well enough to know that he would want to help children less fortunate than his own.
“Well, some people do renovations for their own peace of mind, and if that was the case, then I would let you continue doing that,” she assured him before she drew in a deep breath and cleared her throat. “Most of your donations and your volunteering for the Foundation’s been anonymous, except for the raffle which, well, plays a big part in making this possible, but I’d like you to be part of this.” She held up her hand to hopefully save any objections for later. “It’s all new, all that we have is an agreement that we want to make it happen and that since it was your idea, since you have an idea of what kids like that needs we’d like you to be part of it. Whatever restoration is needed is easily taken care of, either through volunteer help of by hiring professionals, though if we could get professionals to donate their skills and time it’d of course be better, but it’s everything behind that that takes work.” She looked at him for a moment, before she continued to round off her sales pitch. “The project is yours, if you want it. You’ll have the Foundation’s support in any way, of course.”