In the dining room, her attention locked onto the china cabinet. “Interesting pieces. Are these antiques?” She moved closer, phone already in her hand. “Do you mind if I take a few photos? I love vintage design.” Before I could answer, she was snapping pictures of the credenza, the grandfather clock, the cabinet itself.

Something in her tone when she said antiques hadn’t sounded like admiration. It sounded like appraisal.