They’re tearing apart the house that’s directly across from mine.
They had an estate sale a few weeks ago at the same house. I was wondering why all these people were parked on our quiet street at 8 in the morning with coffee in their hands. When I looked up at the house, there was flyers stuck on the windows that said “Estate sale.”
Barbara, the old lady, who knew my grandfather when he lived on this street, who used to remind me to move my car so I wouldnt’ get a street cleaning ticket, hasn’t knocked on my door for a long time.