ngdawg

They pulled up to the house, full of anticipation and excitement at the prospect of owning their first home. The realtor reached for the keys and gave them a slight warning as they approached the front porch, "it's quite old, over 80 years and needs some work, but it has good bones, as we like to say".
As they stepped inside, greeted by massive wood trim around the walls and ornate iron radiators, they could detect a faint scent. "Mmm, jasmine", said she. "No, that's fresh baked cookies! Like my mom's!", replied her spouse. They looked at each other like the other was crazy. How could one scent be so different?
Each room was bathed in sunlight, as if the sun followed their steps. The walls glistened, the floors shined. What furniture remained was obviously old but very well taken care of. Without a word of discussion first, and at the very same moment, they said, "We'll take it!"
At the diningroom table, an offer was made, papers were signed, hands were shook. The three left, all very pleased with the results of the day.
Inside the house, the former owners stood and smiled at each other. "Jasmine, eh?" asked the husband. "Of course", the wife answered. "It reminded her of her grandmother's home. You wanted a nice young couple to live here like we did.....when we were alive...."

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