“No tienes que apresurarte, mamá”, dijo. “Tómate tu tiempo. Te ayudamos a ver lugares. Renee tiene una lista”.
Ezoico
—Lo sé —dije. “He visto los folletos”.
He went back inside.
I sat on the patio until the stars came out.
The next morning, I called my attorney.
Then I called a realtor.
Not Renee’s realtor. Not anyone Daniel knew.
Lorraine gave me a name. A woman named Celeste Moreno. Arcadia specialist. She’d been selling houses in the old part of Phoenix for twenty-six years.
I met her that afternoon. At a coffee shop on Indian School Road.
Ezoic
I told her what I wanted.
Ezoico
– Willow Creek Lane -dije-. “El artesano. Con el porche y el árbol de la pecana.
Celeste me miró.
“That one sold,” she said. “Six weeks ago. To an investor. Desert Flip Partners. They’re gutting it.”
“Have they started?”
Celeste checked her phone.
