Again. All right, so we really hadn’t been looking for that long—less than three weeks, and mostly on the weekends. But it felt like longer. I mean, how long should it take to find the perfect home? I know, I know. Don’t answer that. So far, we’d managed to look at nearly thirty houses. We wanted to stay in North Stamford if possible, to keep Davey in the same school district and close to his friends. Not much was available in the surrounding neighborhoods, however, and the few places we’d seen had each been unsuitable for one reason or another. So we widened our search. Greenwich, where Aunt Peg lived and I worked, was lovely, and also incredibly expensive. Old Greenwich was a possibility, but there was hardly anything on the market. The houses we had seen in Riverside and Cos Cob didn’t have enough land for the Poodles. New Canaan and Darien were nice; still, we had yet to walk into a house and know, with certainty, that that was where we wanted to live. And so we kept looking.
What do You think about Raining Cats & Dogs (A Melanie Travis Mystery) (2005)?
