The house that Gerald Dickson and his wife Tina, wanted to see was an attractive 1950's Tudor cottage in Avondale, Northern Kansas. Gerald Dickson and Tina were charmed. They charged into the house and started poking around in the closets and under the stairs while Sarah followed, smiling maternally, like a nanny with two rowdy kids under her care and supervision.
"Look at this, babe. A what do you call it... butler's pantry!" Gerald said to Tina.
'Oh isn't that cute!" Tina was hanging on Gerald Dickson's arm as well as on his every word. They were only a few years younger than Sarah, but in their newlywed bliss, they seemed impossibly young to her cynical, divorced eyes.
"Where are the bedrooms located?" Tina asked after a few minutes. Sarah pointed them up the stairs, just as her cell
