The realtor fumbled with the enormous key ring. “Sorry about this. We haven’t had time to get a lockbox put on. It just came on the market.”
“So you said.” Squinting in the icy wind, her irritation was evident.
“Here we are.” The stiff lock clanked. The realtor held the door open. Dim blue light from the frosted windows made the enormous space look like a black and white photograph, the atmosphere still carrying a faint odor of stale sweat.
“The old man who owned it died five years ago,” the realtor said. “The daughter finally decided to sell it.”