(Asher)
Harlow came back a little after noon. I heard the door open before she walked into the living room with her purse over one arm and a folder in her hand. One look at her told me the meeting had gone well. She looked happier than she had when she left.
"How'd it go?"
"Really good."
She put her purse down and sat beside me. The folder landed on her lap before she started telling me about the couple, their house, and Daniel. I understood enough to follow most of it. Once she started talking about counters and floors, she lost me.
"Greta barely said anything."
"Why?"
"She wanted to see what I'd do."
That sounded like Greta. Harlow had known her long enough to figure out what she was doing. From everything she told me, she'd done more than sit there and watch. She'd fallen right
