Cinda stood staring at the Mason house, she was waiting for the cleaning crew to get here, should be any minute now, she was in the front yard, had pushed the gate all the way open. Was going to have to oil it. It sounded creepy even to her own ears. She had already gone inside and opened up the house, cracked open the windows; upstairs and downstairs to really let it air out. Still didn’t know what to make of it.
It was still just a house to her. She had been in all those rooms this morning, nothing came to mind at all, as she’d walked through them. No memories at all, not even any lingering emotions, wasn’t likely to, she thought to herself. Perhaps she thought it was probably for the best anyway.
Stood here now looking at the house and didn’t really see a problem with coming here to
