“Melissa’s calling the whole dinner club.

By tonight everybody will know.”

“They can think whatever they like,” I said.

I lifted my canvas bag and stepped past him into the foyer.

Sandra came up the basement stairs, writing her last notes on her metal clipboard.

“The joists are sound, but the roof valley shows some minor water staining,” Sandra told Margaret.

“My estimate of current market value is six hundred forty thousand dollars.”

“Thank you, Sandra,” Margaret said.