time outdoors, she greeted me with a firm handshake and a no-nonsense demeanor.
“Helen’s daughter,” she said—more statement than question. “I see the resemblance. Your mother and I served on the hospital auxiliary board together before I moved south thirty years ago. Formidable woman that she is.”
“I agree,” I said, immediately appreciating Sandra’s direct approach.
“She mentioned you’re looking for something on the water,” Sandra continued. “Permanent residence. Not a vacation rental or investment property.”
“That’s right,” I said. “Something modest but sturdy. I’d like to walk on the
