When he tells me he got the house for a steal, I ask, “What’s the catch?”
He raises an eyebrow. “Catch? No catch.”
“A house this size for that price in this economy? There’s always a catch. So what is it? $100,000 in renovations? Black mold? It’s in a flood zone.”
“No, nothing like that.”
“Then what?” A sudden movement of the curtains in one of the second-story windows catches my eye. “Is someone inside?”
“No,” he says, but it’s as if he’s asking a question.
“I think I see something in the window.”
“Oh, about that…”
Ahh, the catch.
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