The next day we did get a piece of good news, though — the title search was completed, and now all we had to do was sign off on the paperwork and initiate the money transfer.
All. That was a joke.
I didn’t recall there being a great deal to do when I inherited Great-Aunt Ruby’s house, maybe because it was simply an inheritance, and her will had been very clear. Yes, I’d signed a few papers, just to make everything legal, but that was about it.
Now, though, I sat in the realtor’s office and put my signature to what felt like an unending pile of papers with teeny type — “initial here…sign here” — until I felt like my eyes were about to start bleeding. “If it’s like this when we’re not even getting a mortgage, how many papers do you have to sign if you’re actually taking out a loan?” I ask
