“You bought the Craftsman,” Daniel said.

“You bought the very house I put two offers on.”

“I liked the way the light falls in the breakfast nook,” I said.

Arthur picked up his navy folder, slid his pen into his breast pocket, and headed for the front door.

“I’ll leave you with your family, Mrs.

Briggs.

The final escrow disclosures are on the kitchen counter.”

The heavy front door clicked closed behind Arthur, leaving the three of us standing in the middle of the pine floor.