“Grow into it? Are you saying we can have more kids?” We can grow into it and we'll make a fortune once we sell.” “Yeah, but it’s half the price of places half the size. “It’s incredible, but it’s way more house than we need.” Keeping his voice low he asked, “What do you think?” “Why don’t I give you two a little time to discuss? I’ll be in the kitchen.”Īs soon as the door closed and they were alone, Lou broke into a grin. All the systems, windows and insulation are modern and up to code.” Her eyes darted back and forth between Mary and Lou.

It was gutted down to the brick and built back up. About ten years ago, it was converted into a residential dwelling. “The building was erected in the middle of the nineteenth century and has housed a variety of businesses. The agent smiled and seemed eager to answer. How old is this place and what’s its history?” Older buildings have a habit of turning into a homeowner’s nightmare. In fact, I have concerns about the plumbing and electrical in general. “I do worry about the energy rating of such old machines. Her face reflected off the mirror-like surface at the back. She swung open the dryer door for Mary’s inspection. But they are industrial quality and have been impeccably maintained.” “All appliances are included with the house.” The agent turned and extended an arm to draw their attention to the machines like a game show model. A large washer and dryer sat opposite a window looking out on the alley. It was spacious with high ceilings and ample built-in cabinets. She had a knack for knowing how long to spend in each room and when to back off so Mary and Lou could talk. Her smile came easily though it seemed overly rehearsed and never quite reached her eyes. The real estate agent looked trim and professional in her red blazer and black slacks. Outside the brownstone beforehand he'd warned, “The happier we look, the more the price will go up.

Whenever Mary made eye contact with Lou, he’d arch an eyebrow and give a shrewd frown as a reminder of their powwow in the car.

She and her husband, Lou, followed the realtor room to room nodding and dwelling over every flaw. Mary Givens struggled to keep the excitement off her face so she could maintain the air of a skeptical buyer. Any resemblance to any actual person, living or dead, events, or locales is entirely coincidental. If you enjoyed this book, please tell your friends, share it, and return to discover other works by this author. This book may be reproduced, copied and distributed for non-commercial purposes provided the book remains in its complete original form. You are welcome to share it with your friends. Thank you for downloading this free ebook.

Robyn's Egg by Mark Souza