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65. There’s No Place Like an Open House
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.
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.