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time, but I have to leave town shortly." A faint birthmark made a stain under her right eye.
"No problem," Terry said, and led her up the driveway.
"It's just the kind of place we're looking for." There was a forced brightness in her tone.
"Have you been looking long?"
"No," she said, but didn't elaborate.
"Are you from out of state?"
"Yes." Another expectant pause, then as an afterthought she added, "Virginia."
A diamond the size of a small olive lit up her ring finger. A good sign, Terry thought. Beverly was hoping she'd top the price at four hundred thousandwhich amazed Terry, given that they had bought the place just ten years earlier for $72,000. Terry had to wonder why so fancy a woman was even interested in buying her house. After all, eight-room colonials were common fare in Boston suburbs. And Carleton was not Weston or Dover. Maybe she liked trees. They bordered five hundred acres of dense conservation landMagog Woods.
"My husband's taking a new teaching job in New York state," Terry said to keep things going.
"How nice." Her smile was like a rictus. And beneath the ceramic exterior she seemed distracted.
"Is your husband coming by?" Terry asked.
The question brought her head around. "My husband?" The birthmark flared. The woman looked startled.
"You said just the kind of place we're looking for."
"Yes, of course," she said, her face relaxing. "No, he's not coming by." And she looked away.
As the woman paused to take in the landscaping, Terry felt a sudden ambivalence. While she was glad to be starting anew, she worried if they could ever find as nice a place, even on Calvin's increased salary. From a real-estate point of view, theirs was a middle-class dream housea twenty-year-old central-entrance colonial with eight rooms, two fireplaces, a large modern kitchen, a spacious family room, and surrounded by a sweeping lawn and flower gardens spread over an acre lot. Six months ago they put in a twenty-

 
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