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to consider. And the house.”
There it was.
The house.
I repeated, “The house.”
“If you sold, you’d have a very comfortable cushion. More than enough to—”
“My husband and I bought this house in 1989,” I said. “He painted the porch railing himself. We raised our son here. We paid off the mortgage in 2004, and I have the letter to prove it.”
She blinked.
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