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A real estate agent discovers something from her past when she pays a visit to a house she’s agreed to sell in this 4,000 word story.An excerpt from the opening of the story:June 13, 1989: The car belonging to prominent real estate agent FrancisMoreA real estate agent discovers something from her past when she pays a visit to a house she’s agreed to sell in this 4,000 word story.An excerpt from the opening of the story:June 13, 1989: The car belonging to prominent real estate agent Francis Chapelle was found yesterday afternoon submerged in a lake only a few miles from her summer cottage. Ms Chapelle was reported missing three months ago. It is presumed that she was driving the car when it went off the road. Local residents have for years been calling that particular turn a safety hazard…March, 12, 1989 – Francis Chapelle maneuvered her Cadillac over the weed-mottled pavement of the circular drive and parked as close as she dared to the front door. Getting out of the car, she paused as if rethinking her intentions. The house looked the way one might expect the set of a Hollywood movie from the forties to look–unused, uninhabited, unwanted. But this particular house, on this quiet street, surrounded by flowing elms and warm-hued maples and new monster homes, was no set.With a small shake of short blonde waves (gray banished courtesy of her appointment at the hair stylist earlier in the morning), Francis carefully climbed the steps, taking no chances with unruly weeds or rotted wood. The grey, paintless porch seemed sturdy enough. But as she unlocked the front door, she paused again. Was it really necessary to go inside?Resolutely squaring her shoulders under her ivory leather coat, she told herself to stop being foolish. It was another empty house. Nothing more.