Welcome

Our new home came with a bottle of wine and a tin of storebought cookies. The real estate agent left the treats behind to create the facade of a warm welcome. Only, we bought this house for one reason. Long ago, under this house, I buried a secret. My wife knows this place is special, from my childhood, but she doesn’t know how special.

The death of the previous owner was slow. An elderly gentleman who liked to sit on the porch on the weekend, and in front of his living room window every night. The Television blaring in front of him, barely keeping his attention with infomercials, and snap shots of news segments he switches past at a dizzying rate. When we closed on the place, the first thing I did was invest in curtains, you never know who is watching.

We don’t need to stay, but we will because the schools nearby are well above average, and we got a great deal on this place. No one else was willing to pay as much as I did, then put the fifty thousand into fixing it up to be move-in ready.