Abby, Two
Copyright© 2019 by Old Man with a Pen
Chapter 35
“Well,” said Daddy, “You were looking for a bigger place.”
“Daddy,” I said. “I didn’t bid.”
“You certainly did,” he said. “You waved your white attention getter.”
“I was stifling a sneeze,” I said.
“Have we ever gone auctioning?”
“No,” I said.
“So you don’t know,” he said.
“I know I’m not supposed to wave my hand unless I want to bid. I didn’t wave my hand.”
“Close enough,” he said.
“Yes,” said the auctioneer. “First time I ever sold a property for back taxes ... and a dollar.”
“Taxes?” I said.
“And a dollar.”
“The council let you do it?”
“Let? No. Insisted? Yes.”
“Why?”
“Albatros around the neck.”
“Scarlett letter?”
“Eye sore. Hadn’t you seen it?”
“Umh...”
“That’s a no.” He queried Daddy with a look. “Why did she bid?”
“I didn’t ... I sneezed.”
Daddy said to the auctioneer, “As close to home as it is, and as long as its been vacant ... I don’t think she’s ever looked.”
“Close to home? Daddy ... are we talking about the vine-pile?”
“Across the fence,” he said.
“There’s a building under that?”
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