The Ford Ranger bounced down the road
“Ouch!” Elane rubbed her head.
Aging middle-class homes on small acreages turned their backsides to the street to capture the spectacular view of the Sierra Nevada Mountains. Towards the middle of the road, the county placed a sign, “End of County Maintained Road.”
Elane laughed, “Maintained?”
Todd steered the Ranger in the driveway. They got out and let down the tailgate. Dangling their legs they stared at the dilapidated bungalow with the bank repossession sign.
“New three-car garage,” Todd said.
“Three-foot high weeds!” Elane said.
“It’s got good vibes,” they said together.
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