When they pulled into the driveway, Mrs Hobbs half expected ‘the Addam’s Family’ mansion. Thankfully, she was pleasantly surprised. It was basically as Ray had described it. The place did need some work but it wasn’t nearly as bad as her runaway imagination envisioned. That didn’t mean she was going to let him off the hook easy though. He had to pay for that.
Since his signature bound both of them to it and couldn’t be undone, Rhonda decided to be a ‘team player’. She wondered what color the exterior would look best painted in. When Ray unlocked the door and they stepped inside, she noticed a couple things immediately. The first thing was the impressive spaciousness of the rooms. The second was a thick layer of dust that blanketed the floor of the entire house.
That is, except for two sets of conspicuous shoe prints. The tracks crisscrossed occasionally and ran through every room. She imagined blowing the filth out with a giant leaf blower. Obviously the two sets of footprints belonged to her husband and the real estate agent.
“Ray, you didn’t tell me the realtor was a WOMAN!”; Rhonda teased with mock jealousy. She noticed that one set of shoe prints were clearly made from a woman’s high heel shoe.
“I didn’t think it was important.”; He defended. He tried to subtly survey the room for clues as to how she had known. He sniffed the air for traces of perfume but didn’t sense any. She took a great deal of pleasure in being a better detective than he was; and enjoyed making him squirm.
“You came all the way out here in the ‘boondocks’ with an attractive woman alone and didn’t think it was important to mention!” She continued her jealousy act with a mischievous grin. Honestly, she didn’t know what to think about Ray sometimes. He was completely oblivious to her teasing and seemed genuinely afraid she was angry.
‘How could he be so smart in some ways; and then so naive in reading her moods?’; She thought to herself. He shifted from one foot to the other and was unable to look her in the eyes. It was his predictable ‘tell’ behavior when he was nervous or guilty. The realtor was obviously a real ‘looker’ and he had ‘looked’ more than he should have.
“You have nothing to worry about honey; Allison must be at least 55 years old and 40 pounds overweight.” He explained evasively. An instant vision of the likely truth flashed in her head. The agent was probably a voluptuous model-like woman in high heels and skin-tight skirt. A man-eater like that could easily lead Ray around by the nose; she thought amusingly.
“So, you’re on a first name basis with this ‘Allison’, huh? I may just have to just drop by and see for myself just how ‘old’ and ‘overweight’ she really is!” The look of little boy terror in his eyes was all she needed to see. His lying eyes gave him away. “Men are such suckers for a pretty face.”; She snorted. “I can tell there is more to this story, isn’t there?” Ray looked down at the floor like a scolded puppy. She rolled her eyes in amusement and then let the subject drop.