“No offers, no interest. So she buries a St. Joseph statue in the yard, and we say a prayer to St. Joseph to ask him to sell the house.
As I am cleaning the pool the same day, a butterfly takes a great interest in me. It circles around me, one, two, three, four, five, six, seven, eight, nine, ten times. I call out to my wife to look at this. By the time she comes out of the house, it is gone…”