The Offer

N is making an offer on The Hedgehogs while I walk around feeling terrified and trying not to have a panic attack.

“Are you at all scared?” I ask N. “Why aren’t you scared?”

“The only thing that could scare me would be losing you,” N says. “And this is just a house. It’s not scary.”

“Mmmm,” I mumble in agreement, but continue wandering around in terror.

4 thoughts on “The Offer

  1. Good luck with the contract. Your house looks a lot like mine (which I’m trying to sell). If you are planning to move to the New York Metro Area any time soon, there is a perfect house for you there (even with the creek in the back yard, just a little smaller).

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