* A continuation from here still quite rough and still needs some unifying editing. I will get there.*
“What do you mean? Does the house have a history”
“Well I wouldn't say that. I t seems that when people buy it they don’t stay long but it sits empty for a while before it goes on the market. I don’t know why but that is what people have been talking about.”
“People talk about that house?” for some reason my heart has picked up speed and I have a pit forming in my stomach. Could our wonderful house be a problem? A lemon that no-one knows what to do with.
“Ma’am Don’t worry it is nothing bad. Everyone says it is a wonderful house. People just get sick or get transfered out of state no-one wants to give it up.”
Although I feel my momentary panic abate. I have a sinking feeling in the back of my brain some thing about doors, cats, and mop buckets. I need to get this show on the road.
I am able to se this conversation aside and discount it as my excitement begins to build as I watch the moving truck fill. So I will be able to watch it empty and my belonging fill my house.
My house what a wonderful thing to be able to say.
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I like the hint. Something, but still easily dismissed as typical life. It will be neat to read it in order, when I don't already know what will be found there.
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