‘The carpet could be pulled up,’ Barry says as he bounces on the carpet. The floorboards underneath make a painful squeak. They must be as arthritic as my knees.
‘Caro, I reckon the boards might be alright.’ His eyes are seriously intense.
I jerk my neck. Caro? Did he call me Caro? Do all real estate agents have this instant familiarity with their clients?
Bazza, the name’s Caroline, I correct him in my mind as I inhale the stale mustiness of the old house. Hmm, Mum used to walk around this house spraying magnolia air freshener. It could do with a spray now.