The realtor asked Rock to go back and check for dampness. "The woman really seems interested in this house," she said. "We have to make sure everything is perfect."
Rock flushed his commode and went back to his front bedroom bed, which he felt with his hands. It was dry but cold, certainly too cold to sleep in. He tossed a blanket and quilt on top of the bedspread and climbed in. It was still too cold. Oh well. With the realtor there, he really couldn't go back to sleep anyway. He seriously considered turning the heater back on.
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