Mobile home

A tornado churned through Little Rock the night before. It followed an easterly path along the Arkansas River, and Rock assessed the damage as he drove for a round of golf at First Tee.
He turned left toward the course through a lower-middle class neighborhood off Cantrell Boulevard. Many houses were heavily damaged. Some were destroyed. Rock noticed that a mobile home to his left, at the corner of Cantrell, had no more than minor damage. It looked as if a few hail stones had dented it. There was a for-sale sign in its tiny front yard, which obviously had been placed there since the night before.
Rock was curious, so he pulled over and knocked on the front door. A young woman let him in, and he saw that this ordinary trailer appeared much larger inside. It was plush and expertly furnished, absolutely lovely, Rock thought. The kitchen was huge.
"What are you asking for this?" Rock asked.
"We're hoping to get seventeen thousand," the young woman said.
Rock told her he was interested.