<div class="floatright">(http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/a/ac/Gena_Rowlands_1245394846.jpg)</div><br/><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 14pt;"><strong><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: georgia;">Name:</span></strong> </span><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: georgia;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 14pt;">Joanne Fisher</span></span><br/><br/>The tension buzzing between this family was so palpable it would take a blind, deaf, and dumb man not to notice. Joanne had shaken Helen's hand and remained quiet as the little family feud took place in front of her. She shifted acting like this was uncomfortable to her, when in fact it was perfect. The dissension in the family that was already in place would make her life,so to speak, so much easier. Turning her head to the father's voice, his authority ringing out from the van made her want to burst into laughter, this move obviously was because of him, and was important to his wife. Clearing her throat she folded her hands in front of her and smiled apologetically.<strong>"The next house for sale is about four and a half hours south of us, this isn't a neighborhood with a lot of new folks, deep roots and all that."</strong>She tried to explain in a sing song type voice that sounded much younger than she was.<br/><br/>She ignored the boy who had been circling her, he seemed to see her which was odd, but maybe she could use that to her advantage.....Shaking off the thought she turned back to Helen.<strong>"I would love to show it to you...It is a beautiful old house.....and might surprise you once inside."</strong>She spoke the last part to Jake though her dewy eyes stayed on Helen.<br/><br/>