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

felt freezing under my bare fingers. “There is no buyer, Arthur. I have not put the house on the market.”

“Well, he took three photos of your chimney and two of the back porch,” he said, shaking his head. “He said the order came through this morning from an office downtown.”

I thanked him and went inside, but I did not take off my coat.continue reading …