Next inquiry: Ronelle, or Rynae -- however you spell it -- a single mom; two kids, 2 and 7. She needs fenced yard, basement. She's already mentally placing her 7er in the attic BR. Loves the front yard; drives by every day on her way to work. So far so good. Wait, it gets better: She lives three blocks away, and her kids play in the park across the street.

Wait it gets better! Her BOSS is going to buy a house in town for her to rent! Who knew this was a company town! (For me, it's a slam dunk, but I don't have the heart, just yet, to remind her not to get caught mouthing off at the water cooler.)