She got a concierge rental agency who could really make top dollar for her. She spent some money to get the house outfitted with lovely antiques and satin sheets. Everything was perfect.

She got a request to rent the house in mid-March, the following year. There was a high stakes poker tournament right up the road in Atlantic City. All the hotels were booked. The event was televised. The house was being rented by Guisseppe Marvel, a legendary poker player. As luck would have it Guisseppe bet on 2 jacks and the flop revealed two more jacks. His opponent thought he had the tournament won with a full house and Guisseppe went all in. His opponent had fewer chips at the time and also went all in. The place erupted in celebration. At 4 a.m., he staggered back into the small cottage with about 100 of his closest friends. He called the concierge to bring more liquor and a chef for breakfast and they were procured. A two day party ensued. After the party was over and Guisseppe moved out, the concierge went to the bungalow. It looked like a hurricane had hit Ocean City, New Jersey. Windows were broken, antiques were damaged, the total bill was $200,000. Eleanor felt as though she had been violated. Guisseppe and the insurance company got it fixed back to close to its original state, but Eleanor decided never to put it out for rent again. She liked the cottage and figured that if two weeks were nice 2 months would be even nicer. Since it was debt free at that point, she went ahead and converted it to her personal use and moved into it as her personal residence. She sold her house pocketed the money tax free, as she only had about $250,000 of gain on the place. She thought she was in heaven. She dated handsome younger men and there was always something to do. After two years, she met a swarthy young man from Italy named Enrique. He wanted to marry her and move to Venice. She readily agreed. She decided to sell her house.