Chapter 8

“You…I was harried and in a hurry and forgot something she said,” Lloyd replied. “At least that’s what I’ll tell her if she seems put off by some question I ask.”

Lloyd didn’t like one of them. “Too damned modern,” was the reason he gave his twin. Blaine had to agree—it was.

That left the one with the trees, and one with a tall cedar fence. The fenced one was definitely older, having been built in nineteen-fourteen. According to the realtor, the same family had owned it through the years, passing it down from father to son. The most recent inheritor had decided he didn’t want to be saddled with a relic and had put it on the market six months previously. Blaine was the first person who had shown any real interest in buying it.

“I vote for the old place,” Blaine said after returning from his second walk-through—or the third asfar as the realtor was concerned. “It’ll need some work as far as doing something about the walls. Thewallpaper…” He shuddered.