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

hire someone to look at those shingles before the heavy snow hits?”

“No, Arthur,” I said, tapping my fingernails against the wooden railing. “Why do you ask?”

“A man in a gray sedan was here at noon,” Mr. Henderson said. “He had a long camera lens and a digital clipboard. He told me he was doing a full appraisal for the buyer.”

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