copyright Raina Ng
Looking for a Deal-Breaker
“Here’s the kitchen, where Mrs. Hernandez hacked up her husband,” I said.
The oohs and ahhs sounded disturbingly enthusiastic. The family crowded around the spot. I needed to change tactics.
“The toaster is possessed. If it catches you—”
“You’re toast?” the mother said. They all laughed. The father snapped a picture.
I started to panic. If they passed on this house, the boss said I could buy it.
“It’s part of a homeowner association!” I blurted out.
I expected horror but they just smiled creepily. “It’s okay, we like HOAs,” the father said.
I let them have the house.
My apologies to anyone who likes their homeowners association. Here are some reasons why I’ll never be part of one though.
The Green-Walled Tower 