Dillion - Harper Open House

The first to arrive was a young couple, Paul and Brenda. They moved in perfect, synchronized disappointment. Paul tapped the drywall. Brenda opened a cabinet and sighed as if it had personally insulted her mother.

“The foundation feels… settle-y,” Paul announced. dillion harper open house

“It’s not waiting,” Dillion whispered. “It’s holding its breath.” The first to arrive was a young couple, Paul and Brenda

She walked to the For Sale sign. The evening wind was picking up, rattling the gutters. She touched the wooden post, then pulled the sign out of the ground with a soft, wet sigh from the dirt. Brenda opened a cabinet and sighed as if

Dillion smiled her realtor-smile, the one that didn't reach her eyes. “That’s character. The house was built in 1923. It’s got opinions.”

She had hosted seven open houses in six weeks. Each one was a parade of people who wanted to see the “quaint fixer-upper” but had no intention of fixing a thing. Today, she decided, would be different. Today, she wasn't going to sell the house. She was going to let the house sell itself.