Entering the front door, she spied a pile of realtors business cards, left by all the agents who had shown her house today.

Taped to her refrigerator was a note.

Call me when you get home, love – Kelli.

Picking up the telephone, Barbara's heart skipped a beat. Did the house have an offer already?

The way this market was going, homes were selling in two to three days after they were listed, and she just was not mentally prepared to have to move right away.

She forgot that even if an offer came in, it would have to meet her and Craig's asking price, and that if that worked, then an escrow period would take another sixty or so days.

She really had lots of time to adjust to her situation, but all thoughts were concentrated on the neat script as Kelli picked up the phone.

"The Henry Company," came the light voice.

"Kelli. Kelli Stroud, please," Barbara asked.

"One moment."

"This is Kelli, may I help you?"

"Hi lover, got your note," Barbara said.

Kelli's tone took on a sterner demeanor as she replied. "Why hello Mrs. Rush, thanks for calling me back."

"Wha… what's the matter Kelli?" Barbara asked, not sure of what she said. She had expected Kelli to greet her with enthusiasm, but she acted like they were almost strangers.

"I have some important details of your listing to discuss with you Mrs. Rush. Will you be home this evening?" Kelli continued.

"Yes."

"Good. Would early evening or late evening be better for you?"

"Early."

"Six o'clock or seven o'clock?"

"Why six, Kelli. Wh…"

Kelli cut her off.

"Thank you, Mrs. Rush, I'll see you at six o'clock then," Kelli said as she hung up the telephone.

Across the office, Laura's finger silently pressed down on the plastic receiver knob, as she also hung up.