What did Laya of the $300 shoes need that commission for?
Talia was still unpacking the boxes. It shouldn’t have been taking so long, just her stuff and Esti’s. But it wasn’t dump, fold, next; it was stop, appraise, consider, wonder which of her belongings she could afford to sell. She’d joined the eBay community — this time as a seller. Every dollar helped, didn’t it?
The window — curtainless — cast a square of sun on the carpet. Mid-afternoon already.
What did other agents do on days without viewings? Her lips twisted. They probably had friends, family. They probably had lives.
She was trying to make a life.
Remake a life.
She examined a pair of Nikes, never worn, they’d pinched her toes. She put them in the pile of things to list.
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