Of course he needs no such thing. His pensions and Veteran’s disability are substantial, he has ample savings and the house is worth $300,000. I remind him the youngest sister has promised the kids will pay his agent’s fee (an idea I’m not crazy about). “No, I’ll sell it myself and keep the fee. I had a call from a professor from Iqaluit, he’s looking for a house, he has and elderly mother for the granny flat in the basement. He’d be perfect for this house”. Alas, the professor from Iqaluit never showed, neither had many strangers who had called with idle enquiries.
We have made progress though. He realized the other day he could cover the agent’s fee by raising the asking price of the house by $10,000. Although I didn’t understand the logic of this (and neither, I suspect, would the listing agent) I encouraged him. Anything to get the house listed and sold and get Dad back to central Canada. “If you wait to list any longer, it won’t sell until winter, and you’ll be moving in the snow. Do you want that?” That made him think. “Maybe I’ll change my mind. I’ll call you if I do”.
I’m not exactly holding my breath waiting for that call.
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