PART 1 and PART 2 in case you missed ‘em.
My hand jumped, smearing my freshly signed H into a blue blur across the rental lease when the doorbell rang. I’ve always been easily startled.
My new landlord Laura looked at me funny, making it clear she wasn’t expecting anyone as she stood and left the kitchen to answer it. From my chair I heard a man’s deep southern twang boom through the silent house.
“Well howdy there. How you doing today? My name is Rock Wall and I live just over yonder.”
Obviously, I needed to put a face to the name, so I stood, made my way to the door and peeked out from behind Laura.
“Howdy there. I’m Rock Wall,” he repeated as he extended his hand to shake mine. “I just had to come on down and see who my new neighbor was.”
He looked from me to landlord Laura and she and I looked to each other. Finally, she spoke. “I own the house. She’s going to be renting it from me.”
“Yes. Me and my husband!” I chimed in quickly as the giant man stepped over the threshold and stood a li…
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