CHAPTER SEVEN
Early that Sunday, as Miranda approached Harry’s cottage atop Gray Eagle Crest, the irony of it all wasn’t lost on her. She’d settled in Black Mountain as a relief from the right-wing politics she’d encountered in Raleigh, which were not unlike the pressure she’d encountered back home in Indiana. No matter where she went in Raleigh, she was bound to get an earful of unwanted advice from other realtors that went something like this:
“You side with those liberals holding rallies in front of the state capitol, word will get out. Your sales prospects will dry up. Get with the program, darlin’.”
It wasn’t that Miranda ever had any hard and fast political views. She just didn’t like putting up with clients trying to feel her out as to which political tribe she belonged. Here, in
