Dear MaryAlice,
Thank you for being a super realtor. The support you offered during the sale of my late mother's home was so very appreciated.
I have lots of good news to share with regard to the bidders. I didn't think I was going to become so emotionally invested in their letters but you know me, I'm a sappy sort of person. In fact, I made it a point to seek them out after the house sold and thought you might like to know of their whereabouts.
First, Carrie Miller. She and her two boys are living in a lovely older duplex about a mile away. She actually made out quite well with her purchase. There is a long-time tenant named Carl in the other half who offered to assist her with interior and exterior maintenance and who has taken Milo and Quintin under his wing in a grandfatherly way. I drove by last week on my way to the library and pulled over when I saw Carrie in her driveway. She could only chat for a minute as she was bringing in two premade lasagnas from the grocery store, balancing them in her arms. One was for her family and the other, you guessed it, was for Carl.
Next, Angelo and Rosalie Canizzaro. No doubt, since you are a regular Wood Theater patron, you've seen Rosalie in the box office selling tickets. Honestly, with those mile-long legs and her curly orange permanent; if you squint a little and use your imagination, she really is a dead ringer for Bernadette Peters. Angelo and she are renting a luxury apartment downtown within walking distance of everything they enjoy. I see them at the Farmer's Market on weekends where, while Rosalie passes out flyers for the theater, Angelo brings his reusable bag and fills it to overflowing with organic veggies and colorful bouquets of wildflowers for their home.
Ahh, Ray. Well, you know what happened with Ray. Here is a photo of Faith, Hope and Charity that she texted me yesterday. Look at those smiling faces! She installed the doggy door just like she said, but she decided not to change the locks on the house. In fact, she let me keep a copy of the front door key and we agreed that when and if she needs someone to feed the dogs it'll either be me or Norman. She is enjoying the cozy feel of the place and other than painting the exterior, says she probably won't change a thing. Something about that soothes any feeling of loss I might have otherwise had.
Did I tell you Norman and I were approached by a house flipper the day the moving van came? Your realtor sign was leaning against the porch railing, so he thought it was still for sale and offered me 30K over the asking price. Obviously, it was too late, but even if it hadn't been, Norman and I would have passed. I am content having sold to Ray. Money isn't everything!
Finally, we are thrilled with our little bungalow. The fact that Norman and I had our very first kiss in this house when we were thirteen at Betty O'Leary's birthday party makes it all the more special. We attempted to re-create the moment, spinning a glass bottle of Farmer's Market apple moonshine on the kitchen floor the night we moved in. We aren't kids anymore, but we are definitely young at heart!
I have to run because Norman said the cat rescue phoned and told us to pick up our kitten. The cat carrier is around here somewhere! She is the cutest thing, black and white, just like we wanted.
She is three months old, born the week we sold the house. We named her Joy.
All Best Wishes,
Karen
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