has good bones.”
As we drove north toward Wrightsville Beach, I found myself growing increasingly comfortable with Sandra’s company.
Unlike the overly solicitous realtors I’d encountered in the past, she presented properties factually, pointing out both advantages and potential concerns without emotional manipulation.
“Your mother mentioned you’re making a fresh start,” she commented as we crossed the bridge to Wrightsville. “Left some difficult family situation behind.”
“That’s one way to put it,” I said, surprised by Helen’s disclosure but not offended.
Sandra nodded thoughtfully.
“I did something similar at fifty-two.
