I rushed ahead, but Damon kept up, hot on myheels as I looked over Agatha’s shoulder.
“This is it,” I said. The room in thephotographs. Much about it had changed, but I recognized the chunkywooden border around the window.
Damon O’Leary came up behind me, asking,“Would you like to put in an offer?”
“We’ll have to think about it,” I toldhim.
“I understand,” he replied. “There’s a lotto talk about. My direct number is on the spec sheet, if you shouldhave any questions after you leave.”
Agatha remained strangely silent as shegazed across the room.
So I said, “We’ll be sure to give you a callif we do. Come on now, Agatha. Let’s get going. You haven’t had anylunch.”
When she didn’t budge, Damon chuckledvictoriously. “In her mind, she’s moved in already!”
I forced a laugh. “Come on, Agat
