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Angie rang the doorbell at Enid Norbel’s house.
A tall, attractive woman with brown hair and eyes opened the door. “I’m looking for Enid Norbel. My name is Angelina Amalfi, and—”
“Oh, yes.” Enid immediately warmed up to the visit. “You’re the person who keeps going to see my house! I hope you aren’t here to negotiate on the price.”
“No, not at all—”
“But you still like it?” Enid asked.
“Definitely,” Angie said. “Very much. I’m sorry to bother you, and I know this isn’t the way things are usually done, but I’d like to talk to you about it, if I may?”
“Certainly. Come on in.” As they walked to the living room, Enid said, “A friend recommended that I offer whichever realtor sold the house a $20,000 bonus over and above any commissions they might receive. I told your sister that when
