Nora’s Moving Forward

Over the next hour, they looked at and discussed the property.

Laurie called the owners who now lived out of state. She told them of Nora’s interest, and her offer, which was almost $60,000 less than asking price. When they balked at the offer, Laurie reminded them the property had not been cared for in nine years and required a lot of work.

To her surprise, the amount was agreed on. The purchase offer written and sent via email.

To her amazement, Laurie sold a property she had not shown. Technically, Nora had made the offer just peeking in the windows. She liked Nora Corcoran’s manner and her spunk. She looked forward to getting to know her a bit better.
Within three days, the property was Nora’s.

Laurie Temple laughed as she handed her the keys and said, “I’ve never sold a property without being inside it. Congratulations, Nora. Steve will be so surprised when he gets back and learns of this. He’s the owner of the realty company, but is on vacation right now. Due back Friday.

“Let me know if you need recommendations for contractors or anything.” Laurie said.

Nora squeezed the keys tightly in her hand. For a moment, doubt, fear, uncertainty gripped her. She wanted to share this with people she loved–Cassie, Donna….her brother. The pain she felt again over her brother’s death was sharp. She purposely turned from it, and looking at Laurie with a smile, “Yes, I do names of contractors.” Nora said, “I can do a lot outside, but I am not great with a hammer. I’d like any recommendations.”

Quickly, Laurie located the number for Randy Simmons and one other contractor.

“I like Randy the best. He’s nice to work with, listens and is good about offering suggestions. But this Bob Crowder is also supposed to be good.” Laurie held out the paper with the numbers on it. She started walking Nora to the entrance. When they reached the door, she shook Nora’s hand, “Anyway, Nora, the best of luck.”

Nora had just purchased the house by the river. She’d never been upstairs as the stairs were unsteady. But she had known it was right. Now, as uncertainty nibbled at her gut, she faced the daunting task of getting the rundown property into a livable–she hoped–condition.

What did she know about good buys?  What did she know about renovations?  Maybe the house was ready to fall down.  It kind of looked as though it could.  Had she jumped the gun and without the advice of a house inspector bought a home she would regret?  What had she done?

She looked about, suddenly filled with doubts, trepidation and a lot of fear.  But she had three days to put a stop on the transaction, right?