Red raised a shy hand, one finger extended, about two inches above the table. “I don’t,” she said sweetly.
“Lisa—” Peter Wilcox turned to Fonari who screwed her eyes up toward the chandelier, “will you go over that with Red?”
Lisa clicked her tongue. “Why not?” She smiled, waved an arm bedecked with bracelets at Red. “Don’t get frazzled over it, honey.”
“Look, people,” Peter continued, “we should be in a warm-weather blitz. Into the home stretch before school starts. People are moving. We’re better priced than Marin. We’re closer in than Sonoma. First-home buyers can’t buy into Marin. Nor can people who need bigger homes. Get em up here. Sell em on San Martin. Let the San Rafael office list their home. Twenty percent referral. Twelve hundred and five homes sold in our area last year. We
