“You’ve got to be kidding me, right?”
Who paints a house like this?
Doesn’t matter how it looks
outside. It’s what’s inside that
counts. You’ll like the Clooneys.
SO SAYS SHE
What else would she say,
anyway? She opens
the trunk, and I
grab my
bag. Not much in it, but
only one thing matters—
my cell phone. My
lifeline
to the real world.
The one I’m about to
walk into is
prete
nd.
The uneven sidewalk
tries to trip me. The step
sags beneath my weight.
I don’t
want to see what’s
beyond the door, but
it opens at the bell. I
need it to
be nice inside.
I need something
solid to