Chapter 92 The Search For The Perfect House

• My realtor, Mrs. Pine, is a stout woman in her late fifties. Like me, she was a homemaker for much of her life, though unlike me, she has a supportive husband who encouraged her to find a job once their kids grew up and left the house.
• Still, she is personable and reliable. She’s never late, always texts and calls with diligence. With her guidance, I have three house tours lined up for the weekend, and two more in the works for the following week, if these don’t pan out.
• “I want my daughters there,” I tell her over the phone during one of my work breaks.