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Close to Home: Chapter 11     

     “You’re using another agent?” I blurted. I was her cousin, wouldn’t she at least give me a chance?

 

Nechama Norman with Batsheva Berman

One of the nicest compliments I ever got was from my cousin Fraidy.* She lived in Seattle, but had property in Lakewood, and after the prices skyrocketed, she wanted to sell. She called and offered me the listing.

I worked hard, showing the property to many potential buyers, and, Baruch Hashem, I was able to get her a good price.

After the closing she told me, “Honestly, I used you just because you were family, but I was blown away by your professionalism. It was amazing to work with you.”

I was gratified that I’d earned her trust. And touched that she’d used me, even though she didn’t know if I was any good, simply because I was family.

Things went very differently with my cousin Esther. She and her husband, Chaim, moved to my area a few years ago. She started off renting, but soon wanted to buy. She called me many times over the next few weeks, asking lots of question about the different neighborhoods, sharing her deliberations, picking my brain about what elements to look for when house hunting.

So I was taken aback when, during one of our conversations, she said, “Danny Goldberg took me to see three different houses today, and now I’m so confused.”

“You’re using another agent?” I blurted. I was her cousin, wouldn’t she at least give me a chance?

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