She should have been happy for another viewing but in truth she was tired. Tired of the cleaning, tired of driving around, tired of eating convenience food so the house wouldn't smell, tired of being unable to relax in her own home.
She longed for a buyer that could see past the gravel road. Someone who would fall in love with the secluded setting just as she and her husband had three and a half years ago.
Sitting in the car park overlooking the Potomac River she felt the heat of the day despite the storm overhead. The rumble of thunder and flashes of lightening prevented her from walking down to the water's edge. Still being near water was enough.
Just thirty more minutes she thought, looking at the clock . . .
Thirty more minutes in which to gaze at the river, glistening with evening light. Thirty more minutes to watch the clouds roll across the sky. Thirty more minutes to think about the house, the viewing, her bum knee and the surgery it required. Thirty more minutes to think about moving, mortgages, decorating and paint colors. Thirty more minutes to think about her new craft room and what she planned to create in it.
. . . . . and then it was time. Turning the key in the ignition she headed home.