Caldwell’s head was down as he came around the corner of Sixth and Elm.
He heard Old Man Dunkicz’s Budweiser wind chime, could have walked home blindfolded from here.
Wondered if he’d ever leave. Thought about New Orleans, heard Maine was beautiful, friendly.
His phone hummed, he grabbed it from his pocket, careful not to let his house keys fall out as the phone exited.
Gator.
Blue house at 3250 Franklin is for sale. I’m gonna put a bid on it. Should be an easy flip. Bailey put a new roof on 2 years ago.
Caldwell mumbled the address to himself.
Mrs.Gleeson’s, he texted back.
He walked a few feet before Gator pinged him again.
Yeah, I guess. She died. Her Son in Law slapped a FSBO sign in the yard yesterday.
Caldwell’s stomach turned to rumbling mush.
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