Edith wasn’t getting any help from anyone. She just taken the state realty exam, which was lengthy multiple-choice exam in downtown Los Angeles. The room in the government building was freezing. As hunched up shivering, she looked around and saw feeling equally cold. Why couldn’t these people let know beforehand to bring jackets, she wondered.

After the news that she had passed the test, signed up with a realty company. They told how much money she would owe them each , and wished her good luck. Other than that, weren’t much help or encouragement. They told her to have open houses on weekends. She had carry big signs in her car and place in the neighborhood around the open house. The were not always easy to push into the , nor did they always stay upright. To make worse, one Saturday evening she discovered that all her signs had been stolen! Her realty company her not to worry—they would just add the of replacing the signs to her monthly bill.

she had asked him many times, her husband accompanied her to an open house. They ended spending eight hours together with each other that . Only a dozen house-hunters showed up all day. tried to engage Edgar in conversation, but all wanted to do was read the newspaper. After helped her pick up all the signs, he her that was the last time he was to help her on an open house. She why. He said he didn’t want to talk it. Edith wondered how long her realty “career” going to last.