“About the same,” said David.
“That bad, eh?”
“I was looking forward to sun-lit rooms of pretty pictures, but they were exhibiting Goya’s war etchings. Pretty gruesome.”
“Poor Nona.”
“Yes. She took it hard. The dark sky and then the rain made everything pretty gloomy.”
“Gloomy! Gloomy! You talk about gloomy! You don’t know what gloomy is until you sit around a real estate office all day in rainy weather. There’s nothing to do but eat. I must have had five cancellations today. And the two diehards who came in were impossible. Imagine, just imagine, if you can, to yourself, what it must be like to show a house in this downpour.
“In the car. Out of the car. Run to the front door. Track water and mud through the house. Impossible to show the outside. Leaves in the gutters so the rain’s o
