There were things we weren’t told.
The vendors… well you could perhaps understand their silence. But even after we’d moved in, the neighbours said nothing.
I asked them why, afterwards.
It was just rumour, no point alarming you… it surely couldn’t happen again.
It’s been a long three years, and our lives will never be the same again.
Still, the new owners seem a nice couple, capable, common-sense people. We think they’ll enjoy living here.
There are things that probably should be said.
But it’s all in the past now.
And it’s not like they plan to have children anyway.
Big thanks this week not only to Rochelle for her continued leadership of Friday Fictioneers, but also to Dale Rogerson, my personal technology tutor, 🙂 who helped me restore the froggy link to my page. All I have to do now is to remember the process – how hard can that be? Click on the froggy to read the rest of this week’s stories. (Hopefully)