After literally years of looking for a pied-à-terre on the Upper West Side, a buyer called me on Friday with words that were music to my ears.
Except I knew better than to ice the champagne.
I had taken her husband, son and daughter-in-law to an open house the previous Sunday — she was out of town — after the couple expressed interest in the condo upon looking at the listing I had sent them.
So far so good. Continue reading