#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. “Understandable,” Mrs. Pine replies. “I think your girls will enjoy many features of these homes. One even has a swing set in the backyard.” Iris and Violet are getting a little old for swing sets, but I still appreciate Mrs. Pine’s kindness and dedication to finding a home we can all enjoy. I make the plans, then get back to work. That weekend, I manage to convince the girls to join me in house hunting. Iris requires