“On what?”
Teal opened her mouth and closed it. “I have no idea. I just slipped. It was like the ground had ice or something.”
“In the height of summer.”
“Okay, and then there was that mail. I was always getting your mail.”
“The one where I finally invited you into my home, that was empty. No return address, no nothing.”
“There are so many different explanations for this.”
“What about having a photographic memory and suddenly failing your exams?”
Teal’s mouth opened. “And I passed them with no problems. Again, so many explanations for this.”
“But do we need to truly find them?” Jaxson asked. “We’re together.”
“And we’re here now because?”
“Because out there is Hector Carter. He owned your old house before you and your mother. His wife owned my old house. There is Elizabeth, and she has seen so many people come and go between our houses.”
“Wow,” she said.
“Yeah, would you like to meet them?”
“Yes.”
Jaxson took his wife out to meet his two friends, and they all turned to the two main houses.
“Six months, is that a record?” Jaxson asked.
“A record?” Teal asked.
“It would seem we sold to a men-hating woman and a women-hating man.” Jaxson explained the details to her.
Elizabeth snorted, and they all stood, frozen and silent, as both neighbors came out of the house, turned to look at one another, and there was a moment.
Jaxson saw it.
“I’ll give it ’til Christmas,” Elizabeth said.
He pulled Teal into his arms. He believed in the houses, and Teal was right. They were a gift to the couples who lived there, not a curse.
The End