Closing out my email to Jonathan, I again sent an email to my realtor, letting her know I wanted to speak with her and to let me know if she was available. Her reply was almost immediate. "Call me now on my cell phone."
She picked up after two rings. "Anna, I am so glad you called. We need to get together for a girls night! Now tell me, what's going on? I can teel something happened. You love that house!"
"It's a long story, Jenna. Do you have a few minutes?" I sighed. Jenna was not only my realtor, but a very close friend. We had met in University during a first year business class. We had been assigned to work on a project together, and found we had a lot of common interests. We both had a quirky, dark sense of humor, and that cemented our friendship. She was a year older than me, but
