by Joyce M. George-Knight

Created on: August 14, 2009

Scene One: Wife, Angie, sits at kitchen table reading real estate ads. Husband, Nick, sits in front of laptop reviewing online properties for sale. They have spent three months in search of the perfect house. Their Realtor, Becky, will be knocking at any moment to show them more possibilities.

Nick: Sweetheart, I know you believe we will find the perfect house that has absolutely everything on your written list, but don't you think your imagination is running away with you? Haven't you overshot what we can afford? Perhaps we should trim it a bit?

Angie: (Puts down newspaper and picks up her list.) Let me review it for the umpteenth time. We must have three bedrooms; no compromise there. A fireplace will save on fuel; it's a must. Main floor laundry room is a necessity, especially with mother living with us. Air conditioning can't be eliminated due to Andrea's asthma and Billy's allergies. An acre of fenced-in property is required for our two large dogs to have running space. We have two automobiles and mother has hers, so a three-car garage will fit the bill. Aluminum siding will eliminate the need for future painting. Furnace, hot water heater and windows that are not more than five years old means we'll save heating and cooling money. Plus, we shouldn't need to purchase a furnace or hot water heater in our lifetime. Nope. I see no possibility of trimming our dream house.

Nick: (Shakes head.) You are a dreamer, sweetheart. At this rate, we will never find a house. I'm trying not to get frustrated, but my patience is dwindling. And poor Becky. Just how long do you think she'll go along with this search?

Angie: (Laughs.) Oh, you have so little faith. Believe and it will happen.

Nick: Like God has time to find us the perfect house with all the crimes, poverty, natural disasters and illnesses in this world. Right. I don't think so.

Angie: (Shoving list of necessary house options in front of him.) Here. Now, read this list slowly out loud and try really hard to picture this house in your mind. Put aside your belief that I'm imagining to much and try to sincerely envision it. The color doesn't matter to me, so if it does to you, add the color you want. Just humor me and do it, please.

Nick: (Taking list into his hands.) Okay. I will do it because I love you so much, sweetheart. I'm skeptical, but I'll do as you wish. It certainly cannot hurt.

(Doorbell rings. Angie answers it and invites Becky into kitchen.)

Becky: What an absolutely gorgeous day to

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