Hans felt his tie tighten round his neck with sweat.
“Come inside, come inside. Everything will be rubyish.”
Jared stepped toward the cottage made o’ Hershey bars & sour gummy worms with careful steps. He knew holes could be found everywhere: the price on the loan o’ acorns he took out could increase, the mocha icing on his roof could leak under the warm summer moons.
The realtor turned to him with a shiny smile & said, “What a wonderful place to raise a family.”
But all Hans could focus on was how much the realtor reminded him o’ that bank attendant…