The center-entrance brick-front Sudbury Colonial with the circular drive was suspiciously grander than our pocketbook. It was also, after months of searching, the first home my husband and I both liked.
“That can’t be the right price,” I said awed by the two-story marble-tiled foyer with the curved staircase.
“It’s bank owned,” our realtor said, her voice an echo in the vacant room. “They probably want to unload it before winter.”