Strange closing today.
I was entering the borrower's DL data in my journal, which was upside down to the wife, when she started pointing at the journal. She held that pose for a half a minute while I checked to see if I had developed some sort of disgusting growth on my hand, whether someone had slipped an XXX rated photo in between the journal pages, or whether a tarantula was crawling beneath my elbow. Finally, she exclaimed:
"That's my mother!"
Turns out I had closed a reverse mortgage for her mother 15 minutes before coming to her house. She had been planning to suggest the program to her mother and step-father, after her closing.
It got a little bit stranger.
The house was actually hers, acquired in a divorce. When she married, she included the husband on the deed. However, she was only 59, not old enough to qualify for a reverse mortgage; her husband was 75. So, first thing during the closing, she deeded the house in its entirety to her husband, who was old enough to qualify.
While the husband was out of the room briefly, I asked the wife how many children she had.
"Seven," she replied.
"Wow!" I said. "You were busy."
Quite matter of factly, she said:
"My husband has 21. He was a baaaaad boy. Our family reunions are something else."
With that, I dropped the subject of progeny altogether. |
