Answer: commission is always negotiable and to be agreed upon by both parties; realtor and seller.

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Hello, i signed papers to buy a house and the closing date was set to be july 15th. we had this transaction done back in june 20th. about a week before the closing date the seller's real estate agent called and told us due to title issues they were unable to close on that day. this was their exact followup email: "25 years ago the husband of (the seller) passed away. typically, married couples hold title as joint tenants, meaning if one passes away the title is automatically transferred to the other party. but from the only records that us title can find shows that the title to the home was held as tenants in common. that means that (the seller's husband)'s share of the home passes to whoever he designated in his will. if he died without a will. very likely.. the proceeds form the estate will be distributed by the court. the entire process takes about 6 weeks and clear title cannot be passed until this is all figured out. in the meantime, my clients would be willing to talk about renting the home to your buyer if they need to get into the home." they set the second closing date to august 27th, which we agreed to, however we didn't rent from them. well, today they called up our agent to tell us that the title company hasn't been able to get a court date and they would like to push back the closing date to at least september 30th. is this normal?? i mean this whole thing has been very fishy to me. for starters, why would they ask us if we wanted to rent the house from them? we bought the house, we put down the earnest money and are ready to pay the full amount. does it seem like they are trying to back out of the sale? is there anything legally we can do about this? i mean, we have been ready to move in since back in july, is it unreasonable for the seller to ask this? is it a breach of the contract, since the seller should have gotten all this stuff together before putting the house on the market? can or should we take legal action?? thanks all.

Obviously the seller did not know about this until your title report was ordered. They are trying to work with you and let you move in to the house by offering to rent it to you until title is cleared up. Do know however, that clearing this title problem could very well take far longer than 6 weeks. You have NOT bought the house, the seller cannot provide clear title to you and the title company will not issue you title insurance until this is taken care of. Your best bet is to cancel the existing contract, get your earnest money back, and ask them to get back in touch with you as soon as they can provide clear title. In the meantime you can continue looking for a different house if you want. Legally there is nothing you can do - you cannot force a sale if they cannot provide clear title.

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The car moved fast down the highway. i could’ve puked, but i didn’t. my sister, sally was only paying attention to her phone. she texted all day! my brother, andrew was only paying attention to his nintendo ds. wind rushed through the car as mom rolled the windows down. it was blowing straight in my face, though i didn’t care. “rosalie, careful. this is nowhere like the farm.” said mom as i climbed out of the side door. she was right. this was nothing like the farm i grew up on. at least we’d have a bunch of room for the farm animals coming along with us. especially in the back where we were putting them. the dilapidated mansion towered over us as we all walked up to the mansion. the real-estate seller stood next to a row of blueberry bushes. “hi.” said mom in her comforting voice. “oh, you have children.” said the seller trying to look delighted. “yes. this is my son, andrew and our two daughters, sally and rosalie. we like to call them andy, sal, and rosie.” replied dad. “i’m jayne donald.” said the seller holding out a hand. mom took it, shook, and let loose. “first of all, i’d like you to know that the back of the house is very roomy for your farm animals. also these blueberries out front of eatable. lets go inside. one of my assistants have already given you a tour of the place so lets go in and talk over the paperwork.” “alright. come on darling.” said dad taking mom by the hand and walking into the huge mansion with jayne. sal, andy, and i stepped into the large mansion away from the cold winds. it may’ve been summer, but the winds always gave me the chills. “nice place.” sal muttered. sal and andy were twins. both were eighteen. they both had dirty blond hair, blue eyes, and were really quiet. they almost did nothing fun. i ran up the middle staircase. this was going to be great! maybe we weren’t on the farm, but we were surely living in a great house that could hold a farm inside it! mom and dad had gone into the kitchen with jayne donald so they didn’t see me run up the staircase. they wouldn’t care anyways. the hallway seemed so grand. an elegant red carpet trailed down to the very end. i opened the nearest door. shining tiles. must’ve been scrubbed thousands of times. it was probably supposed to be the bathroom considering the large bucket full of things you don’t want to know… i closed the door as i walked out of the room. then, i went to the second nearest door there. it was a really small closet. could’ve been for anything. in the closet was a small screw, a large book, and an old camera from the mid-1800’s. it wasn’t really interesting. i went to the next nearest door. it was a room with a classical bed, lots of books, a dresser, another camera, and a bunch of papers stacked with writing on it. did no one clean this place? it wasn’t used for years! still, i sat down on the old, dusty, dilapidated bed. it creaked but then just stood there silently. i looked down at the papers and shuffled through them. it wasn’t the usual white. it was an old yellow, fragile paper. it kind of felt like sandpaper. here’s what the first paper said: april 4, 1821 today is an odd day. father took off in the streets and died. the spanish civil war is going on right now, and i’m very scared. ‘tis these days that make us depressed. mother took juliet and addison to the market. “gwendolyn you stay here in your room, safe and sound.” she said thus. amelia, my friend, didn’t like this. her father had just died in the war. poor thing. i feel bad for her. today is just a depressing day…i sigh at the moment. gwen, 12 i put down the note and took the one from the bottom: may 8, 1821 a murderer is in the house! i cannot talk long. he’ll find me soon. he’s gotten mother, father, addison, and juliet. i need to hide! gwen, 12 i sighed. a girl my age had died here from a murderer. i can’t believe it! now this was interesting. “rosie!” called my mother. “time to go!” i put the notes in order and hid them in a drawer full of gowns. then, i ran out of the room closing the door behind, and down the staircase. “huh? i thought we were buying the place.” “no. your father doesn’t like it. he doesn’t like the antique ways.” “i refuse to leave! i love this place already.” i complained. “honey, you’ve been here for a few minutes.” “lets go!” shouted dad in a forcibly way. “no. buy the house, and you can live somewhere else. this house is important to me!” “i’ll talk him into buying the house.” sighed mom going to the car window and talking to dad. andy and sal exited the van as dad sighed and nodded. “go ahead and pick out your rooms.” huffed dad. sal and andy always shared a room. they liked it better that way. i quickly ran up the staircase faster then them so i could get the room i was just in. i went back into gwen’s old room and hollered. “i call this room!!” i heard sal and andy walk past my new room as mom and dad walked up the staircase. mom came mom came into my new room. “this place is actually nice. your father thinks so, too.” “yeah, i know.” dad came in, too and hugged me. “good job. this is a nice house.” “thanks, dad.” i said proudly. “we paid jayne, and she left.” replied mom.

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The car moved fast down the highway. i could’ve puked, but i didn’t. my sister, sally was only paying attention to her phone. she texted all day! my brother, andrew was only paying attention to his nintendo ds. wind rushed through the car as mom rolled the windows down. it was blowing straight in my face, though i didn’t care. “rosalie, careful. this is nowhere like the farm.” said mom as i climbed out of the side door. she was right. this was nothing like the farm i grew up on. at least we’d have a bunch of room for the farm animals coming along with us. especially in the back where we were putting them. the dilapidated mansion towered over us as we all walked up to the mansion. the real-estate seller stood next to a row of blueberry bushes. “hi.” said mom in her comforting voice. “oh, you have children.” said the seller trying to look delighted. “yes. this is my son, andrew and our two daughters, sally and rosalie.” replied dad. “i’m jayne donald.” said the seller holding out a hand. mom took it, shook, and let loose. “first of all, i’d like you to know that the back of the house is very roomy for your farm animals. also these blueberries out front of eatable. lets go inside. one of my assistants have already given you a tour of the place so lets go in and talk over the paperwork.” “alright. come on darling.” said dad taking mom by the hand and walking into the huge mansion with jayne. sal, andy, and i stepped into the large mansion away from the cold winds. it may’ve been summer, but the winds always gave me the chills. “nice place.” sal muttered. sal and andy were twins. both were eighteen. they both had dirty blond hair, blue eyes, and were really quiet. they almost did nothing fun. i ran up the middle staircase. this was going to be great! maybe we weren’t on the farm, but we were surely living in a great house that could hold a farm inside it! mom and dad had gone into the kitchen with jayne donald so they didn’t see me run up the staircase. they wouldn’t care anyways. the hallway seemed so grand. an elegant red carpet trailed down to the very end. i opened the nearest door. shining tiles. must’ve been scrubbed thousands of times. it was probably supposed to be the bathroom considering the large bucket full of things you don’t want to know… i closed the door as i walked out of the room. then, i went to the second nearest door there. it was a really small closet. could’ve been for anything. in the closet was a small screw, a large book, and an old camera from the mid-1800’s. it wasn’t really interesting. i went to the next nearest door. it was a room with a classical bed, lots of books, a dresser, another camera, and a bunch of papers stacked with writing on it. did no one clean this place? it wasn’t used for years! still, i sat down on the old, dusty, dilapidated bed. it creaked but then just stood there silently. i looked down at the papers and shuffled through them. it wasn’t the usual white. it was an old yellow, fragile paper. it kind of felt like sandpaper. here’s what the first paper said: april 4, 1821 today is an odd day. father took off in the streets and died. the spanish civil war is going on right now, and i’m very scared. ‘tis these days that make us depressed. mother took juliet and addison to the market. “gwendolyn you stay here in your room, safe and sound.” she said thus. amelia, my friend, didn’t like this. her father had just died in the war. poor thing. i feel bad for her. today is just a depressing day…i sigh at the moment. gwen, 12 i put down the note and took the one from the bottom: may 8, 1821 a murderer is in the house! i cannot talk long. he’ll find me soon. he’s gotten mother, father, addison, and juliet. i need to hide! gwen, 12 i sighed. a girl my age had died here from a murderer. i can’t believe it! now this was interesting. “rosie!” called my mother. “time to go!” i put the notes in order and hid them in a drawer full of gowns. then, i ran out of the room closing the door behind, and down the staircase. “huh? i thought we were buying the place.” “no. your father doesn’t like it. he doesn’t like the antique ways.” “i refuse to leave! i love this place already.” i complained. “honey, you’ve been here for a few minutes.” “lets go!” shouted dad in a forcibly way. “no. buy the house, and you can live somewhere else. this house is important to me!” “i’ll talk him into buying the house.” sighed mom going to the car window and talking to dad. andy and sal exited the van as dad sighed and nodded. “go ahead and pick out your rooms.” huffed dad. sal and andy always shared a room. they liked it better that way. i quickly ran up the staircase faster then them so i could get the room i was just in. i went back into gwen’s old room and hollered. “i call this room!!” i heard sal and andy walk past my new room as mom and dad walked up the staircase. mom came into my new room. “this place is actually “i’ll talk him into buying the house.” sighed mom going to the car window and talking to dad. andy and sal exited the van as dad sighed and nodded. “go ahead and pick out your rooms.” huffed dad. sal a room. they liked it better that way. i quickly ran up the staircase faster then them so i could get the room i was just in. i went back into gwen’s old room and hollered. “i call this room!!” i heard sal and andy walk past my new room as mom and dad walked up the staircase. mom came into my new room. “this place is actually nice. your father thinks so, too.” “yeah, i know.” dad came in, too and hugged me. “good job. this is a nice house.” “thanks, dad.” i said proudly. “we paid jayne, and she left.” replied mom. “mom, do you think ghosts live here?” i asked randomly. what if the little girl never left

1) I just don't think that the dad could be persuaded so easily, especially since they barely looked at the house. Maybe the girl could just grab the notes and take them home? 2) Why would so much stuff be left in the house out in the open? It should be cleaned up Aside from that and some words you could change, it's fine. The mom should say, "This room is actually quite nice! Look at the view from your window!" or something like that, she seems like a happy mom.