On his way home from the park, Emmett and his grandparents stop by my real estate office to say hi.
“Hey, I haven’t seen you since you were a little kid, and look at you, now you’re a big kid! I ask, “How old are you?”
“I’m four-and-a-half.”
“I’m 71,” I say, as I reach out my hand and shake his. “It’s good to see you again.”
We make small talk about school and where he might go to kindergarten next year. He says maybe Flowery and I say I hear it’s a good school. The conversation turns to include his grandparents, Daphne and Tim, who are old friends of mine.
Surveying my office, he looks to my top shelf and asks, “What are those trophies for?”
“You win them when you work hard and sell lots of houses.”
“I’d like one!”
Oh be still my heart. I want to load up his arms with the lot of them, but think better of it. First, he lives in a pretty small house and his mother would strangle me, and second, I wouldn’t give him one so as not to perpetuate the ill-conceived notion that every player gets a trophy.
Emmett makes the circuit of the office, checking out the agents’ office spaces, while I visit with my friends. He pokes his head back in and asks if he can go upstairs. I say sure. After he’s thoroughly scoped out the place, he returns and asks, “How long do you think you’re going to live?”
“Well, I’m hoping to 90, maybe 95. Why?”
“I want to come work for you.” I can’t even do the math in my head at 71, but at four-and-a-half, he’s figured out this could work.
Now I want to give him my office.
“I’d like that,” I tell him in all sincerity.
Taking their leave, Emmett watches the scrolling pictures of our listings on the front monitor.
“Hey, that’s this place!” as our building appears on the screen.
“How do you know that?”
He says, “Come look!” and we go out to our sidewalk fronting Broadway.
I say, “You’re absolutely right!” Tim and Daphne must have pointed it out from across the street on their walks with him to the park.
Standing in the filtered sun, I mention to this child, on whom I now have a major crush, that I sold his house to his parents, I sold his grandparents their home, and that I also sold his great-grandmother’s house on Denmark for her many years ago. “If I sold you a house, you’d be my fourth generation to represent!”
The conversation returns to his employment. “When I’m old enough, I’ll come work for you. I hope you’re still alive.”
“Me too. Call me when you’re thirteen. You’ll be old enough to clean the sign room and carry boxes downstairs for me. Those were my grandson’s jobs when he was thirteen.”
I step back through the front door to get Emmett my card. “Here, take this. My phone number is on it so you can reach me.”
He presses it against the outside window and asks, “How do you make it stick to the glass?”
I laugh and say, “It’s not a miniature flyer that goes on the window, it’s a business card to carry in your pocket.”
“Oh.” As he tucks the card into his pant’s pocket, he looks up at me in great earnest. “Just in case, be sure and tell everyone in your office who I am so they’ll know about me when I come to work here.”
Now I want to give this child the whole company.
“I will, I promise.”
© Oct 2019, Catherine Sevenau.
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Catherine Doherty says
I hope you don’t mind my writing but I was looking up Michael Naumer and I came across your site. I saw that you were a friend of his. I was so pleased to be able to read about his last months. I was a friend of Michael’s for almost thirty years, we first met back in 1975 and remained friends until his death. I missed saying goodby to him as I was abroad at the time and didn’t know he had died until I returned and saw that he had called me just before, when I called to talk to him I heard Karen’s message that he was gone. I have always regretted that he didn’t leave a message. After all these years I still miss him and so I’m grateful to come across your post.
Susan Dalberg says
Precious little love interest.
G Crosslin says
Great story. Hope I’m around to read a 3rd segment/part…when he becomes a realtor….or an intern at your business. Oh my….Last time we were in Sonoma, we were stopped on this street due to a line of traffic & I remember looking to the left seeing this Century 21 set back in the shade behind those trees. Little did I know at the time that it was your business! If I had only known! However, that was in 2015 b4 I found & stalked you via the internet….after probably a half century of no contact.
Catherine Sevenau says
So close, and yet so far! I’m glad you found me. And I thank you again for all the photos you have cleaned up for me. YOu are a part of more than a few of these pages. I appreciate your time and talent.
Juliette Andrews says
And that is love