Catharine Bramkamp - Real Estate Diva 03 - In Good Faith by Catharine Bramkamp Page A

of RVs for the homeless they have, but I suppose that was too pompous.”
    “Or someone else already secured the URL.”
    “That too,” he agreed.  “So come with me.”
    “When is it?”  I fished out my calendar from the matching brief case.
    Say what you want about electronics, I still haven’t mastered how to stay on the phone and check my calendar – also on the phone – simultaneously.
    He had the decency to pause. “Uh, tomorrow?”
    “You’re kidding.”
    “It’s a last minute tribute, they added it to an already scheduled event. More efficient that way.”
    “Well I’m all for non-profit efficiency.”  I pretended to spend time studying my calendar.
    “You are in luck, I happen to be free tomorrow tonight.”
    “I’m flattered.”
    “You’re impossible.”
    “ To warn you, they are planning to make a long speech about Beverley and bestow me with some God awful plaque or something, as the officially bereaved husband.”
    “Ex-husband .” I helpfully supplied.  “No family?”
    “Her parents came to the funeral . But they won’t attend an event that’s so formal. They don’t drive at night.”
    “ They could stay over.”
    “ They don’t drive at night.” He repeated sternly. I wondered how long he put up with these parents. They didn’t sound very, flexible.
    “ I’ll meet you there.” I promised.
    According to the beautiful, artsy web site, The Homeless Prevention League does very good and innovative work. The HPL developed the innovative idea that instead of homeless encampments or large group homes, they would provide RVs able to accommodate four to eight people (all the same gender and propensity) and move said RV around the community so that no one neighbor could cry “NIMBY” and claim the homeless, er, homes, were a blight on his neighborhood.  Most of us in the business have asked the Homeless Prevention League, at one time or another, for a schedule of the RV parking – mostly for MLS photos or to make sure an RV isn’t parked next to a property during an open house.  The staff at the Homeless Prevention League has never, in recent memory, been that forthcoming with information.  All the staff members said the same thing: placement of the RVs is random.
    According to their site, HPL owns about 35 RVs in all.  A big operation.
    I heard Patricia greet Katherine, as the door chime rang.  I wandered out to the foyer.
    Katherine limped into the office and waved at Patricia before the office manager could even open her mouth.
    “I am exhausted. That woman is the devil incarnate. How does she keep clients if she is so demanding?”  Katherine dragged her briefcase as if it held two computers and seventeen escrow envelopes, not her single  sleek, red laptop.
    “ How did your session with your personal trainer go?”  Rosemary popped out of her office and smirked at Katherine.
    Katherine glared at her.  “You said it was super slow.”
    “That sounds benign.” I offered.
    “ It may have been slow, but after minute three, I thought I was going to die! My legs hurt so bad, I could barely get out of the Beemer.”
    Rosemary grinned, “It’s good for you.”
    “Maybe not.” Patricia piped up. “Josh said that slow is good for you and all, and it builds long term muscle mass, but I read in O Magazine that you need to work out really fast for quick weight loss.”
    “ Bursts of energy.” Rosemary nodded wisely. “It’s supposed to be good for your heart rate.”
    “ You’re suppose to mix up your routine, but your core program is extremely important,” Patricia countered.
    Katherine paused and considered her briefcase.  “I’m going to slowly lie down.”
    “No one said it would be easy,” Rosemary said. Her tone was a bit too sanctimonious, even for her.
    Katherine rolled her eyes and limped back out the front door.
    “I knew she couldn’t do it.” Rosemary crowed.
    “Isn’t Joanna a client of yours?”   Patricia asked.
    “What does that