Pelz und Wolle

I thought we were gonna eat!

The sisters I met with my real estate agent called and came by within days. I met them at the door, escorted them to my small sitting room and we all moaned about how early it got dark outside. I told them about a B&B soon to go up for sale and a high-rise condo with empty floors that had units that could be joined into one. During our chat. I learned that they had been named for the seasons and they ran and administered stately homes in the UK. How fortuitous, I thought as my head of household and some senior staff were thinking of retiring soon. I asked if they'd be interested working here for me. I explained what was involved and who lived here, had offices here and visited here. They said they would have to consult their eldest sister. How big is that family?

On my way home after my evening walk, I stopped to pick up a latte and bumped into my real estate agent. She stopped me and asked for a moment. She had five others in tow and wondered whether I knew of any places for rent or sale with 5-6 or more bedrooms and other amenities for a family. The others with her were sisters who looking for a place. They wanted to settle locally after emigrating from the UK. I said I'd give it some thought and to drop by my home for some late afternoon tea. We swapped numbers and they'd be in touch.