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Stupid name. We’re coming up on the exit and if he sees the name he won’t buy the house. He has to see the house first. Maybe if I distract him, he won’t even notice the sign.
“Beautiful mountain view.” I flick my turn signal.
He grunts, “Bloody Basin? What’s the story on that?”
Unfortunate. “Lots of stories.”
“Which one’s true?”
“I don’t know if any of them are.”
He glares at me. “Try me.”
“Cowboys, Indians, a fight to the death, that sort of thing.”
“I’m sure they were to somebody.” Time to change the subject. “Do you have family? The schools-”
“This isn’t a family affair. Just me.”
“There’s a lot of square footage, are you looking to entertain?”
“No. I don’t like people.”
Right. “They just laid fiber last year, so you should be able to get fast internet. And the basement could easily be converted to a home theater.”
“Bloody Basin sounds ominous.” He’s not even going to look at the house.
“It’s just a name.” I wish they would change it.