Lindsay asked as she reached under the hood and turned on the stove light. Darcy had read that a place should be well illuminated when you’re showing it for an open house, and since the September afternoon was overcast, that meant throwing dozens of switches in the Love Mansion. “Thirty minutes till Cruella the realtor, and the open house starts in an hour.” Darcy flipped through a stack of mail on the cooking island, pausing when she came across a newsletter from Hunter College in Manhattan. She was trying to clear up clutter before the potential buyers arrived, but she wanted to check the calendar to see when auditions were scheduled for their fall theater production. “Did I tell you I’m registered for Hunter this fall? I’m going to finish off my degree, at a more affordable price than Bennington.” “That’s awesome! So you’ll be in the city. We can meet for movies or dinner.” “Yup. I’m even going to try out for the next production.” Lindsay said something about putting out fresh-cut flowers, but Darcy was only half listening, focused on the page that showed calendars of August, September, and October.
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