“In August, a day in the eighties would be a treat. But in April?
I opened the windows in the office I shared with Harry and then looked around on the first floor of his house to see if I could find a fan. Nada. I decided that even if he was married to Aunt Madge, it was too intrusive to go to his second floor. Harry’s bedroom and a small study were up there, plus two other rooms he was still working to refurbish.
I periodically used a file folder as a personal fan as I sat at the computer entering data into the software. I loved that I could enter measurements and the computer would spit out floor plans far more professional looking than any I could draw by hand.
Despite feeling clammy and wishing Harry would come over so he could turn on his central air for the first time this year, I was in a good mood. Lester had faxed over information on two houses I could appraise this week, and another real estate agent had called to say she thought she would have one at the end of the week.
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