They walked in file, two by two, to view her house. The sign in front said, FOR SALE, GORSKI AND SONS, REALTORS. At the door, Gorski himself led them in, while I, watching from across the street, imagined him leading each couple to the four bedrooms, the dry basement, the clean dog bed, the back porch grill, the herb garden, while the trees twittered and the sun went down and the evening shower growled and poured. And a gray car (I know I saw it) backed fast from the garage (I know I heard it) beeped once and whispered away.