When Buying a House

Realtors are never what they seem

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Summer 2005

Eliza Ried stood leaning over the back-porch rail, taking a drag from her cigarette. The humid summer air settled on her like a second skin. The night was still and quiet, save the buzzing of cicadas. A slight breeze cooled the nape of her sweaty neck. She stared out across the cornfield, admiring the awesome blood moon looming above twisted black branches…