Another bit of the same story

*I am too tired to link where this fits, it is a continuation from where the realtor starts to take them back to see the back yard. I wrote this today I actually had to find a floor plan to help me think *

We walk through the house to the back. We see hard wood floors a den with a fireplace, A family room dining room and a spacious kitchen. All things that we had been looking for. She mentions the dark wood and how it could be updated. We exchange looks knowing that we don’t want to up date it we find warmth in the dark wood.

We quickly get to the double french doors to the back yard. The yard is spacious and bordered by trees. In the center is an elegant but obviously disused play structure. The swings have some rust on them.
Looking at my quizzical daughter I can see that she is pleased. she has pressed her face against one of the window pane of the door.
“Mommy and Daddy, This is the back yard I want. It’s just right” she says with assurance and determination.

We giggle at her and scoop her up. “Well lets look at the rest of the house and ask some other questions before we think more about it.” says my husband.

The realtor continues the tour and we see the three bedroom with a private bath room for the master bed room. The two other bedrooms lend them selves easily to what we have been wanting.

We take the literature and the realtors card. We walk out to the car. after putting our daughter in the car seat we look back at the house. I feel it must be fate that we found this house.
“She was watching us leave. I think she is desperate to sell the house.” my husband says.
“What do you mean?”
“I saw the curtains in the upstairs window flutter shut when we looked back at the house” he says while starting the car.
“If she is so desperate what do you think is wrong with it?”
“It’s too perfect for us.” he replied laughing as we drive up the hill.