We take the wooden steps that lead to the wraparound porch. The door is open, so we let ourselves inside.
“Hello?” Katie studies the tall ceilings. There’s a formal dining area and a gigantic living room with huge windows that oversee the fenced-in backyard. Some of the floorboards are soft, so those will need to be replaced.
“Just up here,” a woman shouts. Katie and I take the stairs and find the seller. She’s in her mid-fifties with strands of gray mixed in with her jet black hair.
“Hi,” she offers, holding out her hand. “I’m Aurora. Welcome. Feel free to wander around. Also, I’m entertaining any offers.”
Katie thanks her, and we take our time walking through every room on the top floor. “The closets are huge!” Katie’s voice is an octave higher, and I can tell she likes the place. No
