The reverend, the mama, and the rumors.....

The phone rang. An appointment time was agreed. Drive West on 70 until ....bla bla bla and come to our entry gates...say your name at the gate sentry, and we'll buzz you in.

Driving in , the Realtor was confronted with a puzzle, two matching over scaled homes sitting within yards of each other facing a shared driveway. Each recent construction, entirely without merit & overwhelmingly more expensive than anything in the surrounding school district, township, or nearby suburbs. What madness is this, thought she?

It is discovered that the madness is merely indulgence .... "just build what we need they had said to themselves"...knowing not that people always change their minds...knowing not that an indulgence has to wait for someone else to indulge.....

Apparently, as far as the Realtor could tell, they make entirely too much money & Realtor had no idea that preaching had ever been inordinately profitable .Preaching on a REELEY BIG scale requires different things, Realtor is told.

Sell one and have the other hauled away? the Realtor pondered.....

Why are you  selling? the Realtor inquired....

"Our privacy has been invaded, there are news people flying over us photographing us.We really need to move.We would like them to be less curious."

No one builds homes like these and expects to be invisible....thought the Realtor who said nothing about homes built in the middle of a corn field without a mature tree in sight.

Where would you like to go?....the Realtor asked...more land, the reverend needs more land for a private air strip..to spread the word....

The Realtor left resolving no issues and thinking that the only buyer would ever be a mormon family who had won the lottery ..if you know such a family, let the Realtor know.....

 

original story by Sarah Simpson