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Wendy on Wednesdays


 

Tale #92

I arrived at the townhouse early and was disappointed to discover that it was on 87th Street rather than on the charming private lane I had pictured when Tania said we had a pitch on Henderson Place. As I waited for Jamie and Tania I felt a...

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Tale #91

It was a windy Wednesday in November when... ...Mrs. X called at 7:00 AM to tell me that the lowball offer she’d made on an estate in her building had been accepted so she needed me to sell her current apartment immediately. During the...

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Tale #90

It was very early on a Wednesday morning in October when... my iPhone and landline were ringing simultaneously so I grabbed the phone in the kitchen and my daughter Jamie told me it was really really important that I race right over to t...

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Tale #89

It Was a hot Wednesday in September when… ...on my way to work while crammed in the last row of a Via, I received an email from Mrs. X about a leak in her Central Park West apartment that she’d closed on right before Labor Day. She h...

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Tale #88

It was a hot Wednesday in August when… …I was dangling my freshly pedicured toes into the pool at the Mandarin Oriental in Bodrum and I started chatting with one of the only English speaking guests at the hotel who was instructing hi...

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Tale #87

It was a steamy hot Wednesday in July when… I met Ms. X, Jamie, and Tania at Freds where perhaps because of the summer exodus to the Hamptons we were escorted to a large round table which was center “stage” and the equivalent of pr...

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Tale #86

It was a warm Wednesday in June when… a producer I’d first met in my pre-real estate acting career days called to ask if I could possibly help her daughter find an apartment. I hadn’t been in touch with Ms. X since her daughter was...

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Tale #85

It was a warm Wednesday in May when… I patiently stood waiting to see if I could help Mrs. X, who was the friend of a friend of an acquaintance of mine, outside her townhouse in my new 5-inch snakeskin Louboutins that were painfully pi...

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Tale #84

It was a rainy Wednesday in April when… Mr. X called to say that now that he was turning 60 he was over Short Hills and he and his wife both had time the following morning to look at three bedroom apartments in the five million dollar ...

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Tale #83

It was a wintry Wednesday in March when… Jamie called me into her office to show me “The List” which I found more interesting than the NYT obit page which I routinely read first thing every morning as “The List” gives the decea...

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