My name is Melanie Middleton, and my army brat childhood didn't exactly prepare me for my chosen profession. Who knew that I'd specialize in selling old houses, the kind in which generations of a single family lived and died. I don't even like the things, they are smelly and dusty and I have to talk to old people who are admitting that they don't have much future left. Okay, maybe that's not the real reason I hate old houses, it's probably because I can often see the ghosts of former occupants . . . not in some sentimental way, but quite literally.
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As was my habit, I avoided looking at the historic buildings along King Street. . . . I supposed the buildings were beautiful in their own antique, money-sucking way, but it was what I saw sometimes peering out at me from old shop windows that kept my eyes focused straight ahead. It was the same with hospitals. I had to wear earphones just to block out the sounds of the voices from people only I could see. (p. 14)—From The House on Tradd Street by Karen White (Source: Review, see review policy)
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