29 NoraThe car window beside Nora was open and she heard a faint crunch as her tires crushed the reddish Ponderosa needles littering the blacktop driveway.
Inhaling their piney scent, she chortled.
This morning that exact same odor hadn’t done one thing to improve her rotten mood.
But six hours later, it was the finest perfume in the world.
All she’d done was check a box labeled BUYER ACCEPTS SELLER’S COUNTER OFFER and write her name on the line marked BUYER SIGNATURE.
And she was higher than a kite.
She rolled past the light green metal structure Kent used as a garage and workshop. The darker green overhead door was up and she spotted his Jeep inside.
Glancing out the passenger window, she was pleased to see the rusty sides of the cut-down oil drum. Kent’s “fire pit,” the drum had
