
"Maybe there'll be a fire sale," I said.

The house was on top of a hill with a great view of Santiago and Modjeska Peaks—which, by the way, seemed to be on fire.

(Yep, the Santiago fire is still burning, and if firefighters don't puff it out soon, we're in trouble, cuz the winds are returning tomorrow!)
The house was a bit of a wreck. A fixer-upper. Fannie didn't mind. She had lots of ideas.
She told me to take pics, so I did.

"I think the dog is a labradoodle," said the realtor lady.
I stared into space. "Labra—doodle," I thought.

"Maybe you oughta wait until that fire gets a bit closer before making an offer," I said.
"Shuddup. Just take more pics," said Fannie.
So I did.

