Where is the property, and what is it?

The suburb and the shape of it. Two bedrooms, a unit, a whole house.

What is good about living there, and what is hard?

Both, and the hard part matters more. A woman who arrives knowing about the afternoon sun and the steep driveway is a woman who stays.

What kind of household would you say yes to that another manager might not?

A dog. A grown daughter home some weekends. A woman between two jobs. Say it here and the right person finally recognises herself.

How did the last tenancy go?

What actually happened, rather than a rating. How long she stayed, and how it was left.

What is the rent, and what is included?

Weekly, and anything that comes with it.

When a repair is needed, who comes, and how fast?

The question every woman asks and almost nobody answers before she signs.

Now hand it to her.

The last one is not a question. You are handing somebody your investment property, and the woman reading this is deciding whether it is home. Write her the line that hands it over.

This Is What She Reads

Your words, exactly as you wrote them. Esmeralda leaves every one of them alone.

And Who Can See It

Yours to change at any time, and it starts where nobody can find you.