It was one house; an estate divided three ways. With three heirs each entitled to a portion. The end unit was the nicest, but was for sale and “I” was the selling agent. I was trying to find a place for the for sale sign, but you could not see the property from the road.
It was a really weird kind of house. It was split three ways, but not three houses on one lot. It was just a bit odd. Similar to when people split or section off single family homes, into individual units. It was a nice piece of property, but the overall appeal was lacking or maybe fading and the value was in decline.
The portion which was for sale, was indirectly attached to an ocean front piece of beach property. You could stand in the yard and see it, but it was like you were looking through some type of portal. It looked close, but it was definitely far away.
I was told, not by the heir, but by the owner, that the sale comes with both locations. “I” would have bought it myself, but “I” did not like how it was attached to the other two units, but “I” did love the beach property.
Maybe it was worth buying just for the ocean front land.
I was dealing with the son, but on the direction and authority of the owner. The son was teary eyed and very upset about the sale.
It was like the owner of the estate was forcing his heir, to sell the property and be an active participant in the transference; almost like some kind of lesson or penalty.
I do not know, he seemed like a pretty good guy and you could tell he really loved the property, but there was definitely something going on between the father and the son.
Maybe he had other plans for his boy.
I do not know, but I felt bad for him.