A Wall Street Pimp, his Stepford Wife, the Raccoons and a '57 Chevy

So Rose inherited a house that has sadly fallen into a shambles due to lack of maintenance ( and several bottles of Irish Mist (but that is another tale)
This house is located in a hoity-toity area in one of the Yankee states - did I mention she's a Yankee??-
Now I've not seen the house myself, but from the way her bedroom looks, I can only imagine!! what the house must look like seeing how she sees nothing wrong with her room but calls the house a death trap.

Rose has a brother who doesn't really cope well with life and can't make large decisions, so it has fallen on her to take care of their inherited properties. This includes a 1957 Chevy Bel Aire 2-door hardtop (haha every time she tells me about this car I envision scenes from My Cousin Vinny). Now she claims this car is worth a lot of money, but I have my doubts. Anyhow, this car needs to be sold in order for her to get money to fix up the house to get it sold so she can use the money from the sale to fix up another house that they inherited.... a whole other story entirely that deals some weird tenants of hers; that will be a different post one day...
Well when the housing market "tanked" - her words not mine- she apparently was in the middle of getting estimates for repairs to the house. (again, knowing her as well as I do, I'm sure she twiddled her thumbs for a great many years before she got around to thinking about getting estimates, but I digress) So here sits this crumbling house on a fantastic corner lot that houses a garage where the '57 Chevy has been parked for over 30 years without having been moved or started, etc. (which leads me to think that its a worthless rust bucket)
This once magnificent muscle car, a testament to a bygone era - again, her wording- has a few roommates of its own....a family of LARGE, wild raccoons. At the time this post goes live, I am unsure if the critters live in the car or just share the garage with it. I'm truly scared to ask because I don't want it to seem as if the story interests me, for fear I may get frequent updates.

Next door to this unusual "critter hotel" lives a very prim and proper Stepford Wife. This wife and her husband have made several overtures over the decades to buy a portion of the undeveloped land owned by Rose and her Brother. While a normal person who needs the money, would sell the land they want, Rose vehemently refuses due to some feud between them over the raccoons.
Mrs. Stepford Wife's husband works for some trading company in The City and according to my source, Rose, they have money coming out of their ears because he is nothing but a Wall Street Pimp. Well as all pimps are, this one seems to be well connected and has complained to whatever powers that be about the raccoons, and low and behold there seems to be some old ordinance about wild animals and now Rose can't set foot on her own property because she will be arrested for not doing anything about the 'coons and being in violation of this law.
Here's the problem: she isn't really sure of the year of the car. She thought it was a 4 door, but the brother insists it is a 2 door. (although, relying on the word of a near 70 year old schizophrenic might not be the best judgement call) She tried sending someone out to the house to look at the VIN but when he opened the garage door a raccoon got out, Mrs. Stepford Wife (who sits at home all day filing her nails while the nanny attends to the twins) saw the raccoon scuttle across the yard, started yelling at the guy over the hedge and he ran off.....
I'm still unclear on how she plans to sell a car that she can't access herself without the threat of jail looming overhead???
But again, I don't want to show too much interest. On the other hand, after hearing this story and her cursing the Stepford Wife no less than 20 times in the past 12 months, I am now finding myself caught up in this soap opera.