“The listing agent told Daniel the buyer’s inspector came through yesterday.”

“The inspection went well,” I said.

“The roof rafters are solid oak.”

Daniel climbed two of the porch stairs, his brow knotted tight.

“How would you know a thing about the roof rafters, Mom?”

“She has no business inside a property under private sale, Daniel,” Renee said, stepping up onto the first brick riser.

“If the new corporate owners find her sitting on their porch, they could call the city marshal.”

“The door’s unlocked,” I said, getting up from the swing.