Six Pairs of Thick Gray Socks Saved My White House on Elm Street

bridge loan, they are going to take our house. The papers are already drawn up.”

“That is your house, Brenda,” I said. “This is mine.”

“But you do not need this entire place,” she said, her voice rising to that hurried, high-pitched pitch. “You are seventy-two years old, and you are failing. If you do not sell this house, Mother, we continue reading …