Two hours after signing the papers we were at the Murphy House. A fixer upper, but with lots of potential.
Watching the black cat running out from under the porch in front of me I didn’t notice the ladder. I had just passed under it when John dropped his hammer.
Dang thing hit my toe. I threw the hammer. My guess was that it was the new bathroom mirror that it hit and shattered.
The porch ceiling fan fell and just missed me.
“I told you closing on Friday the 13th was a bad idea!” John and I said together.
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