Divine for my next neighbor? (One house for sale coming up)

 Upfront, the only person who hates me being right, more than me, is Khari.

How much do you think this hovel is worth?

Recently, I told my wife that our investor neighbor, Mike, getting ready to unload his property. I had done math. So had my dead father. New roof . . . new deck . . . hmmm . . . and he likes to rent to people . . . no, I think that he is going to sell.

And it's all our fault, for getting our damn roof fixed.

Now, not only us; but the poor black family, and this investor dude. 

So do you want to live next to a defrocked Wiccan priest with anger management issues?

I have no idea how much he is going to ask for it. 

But I bet that no matter that no mention of an unregulated occult shop and pagan church will be mentioned in the listing. Oh, if there is even a listing--because it's an investor's dream. I have never seen a For Sale sign on this place. The only way that I would be able to buy it is if I had Mad Cash right now.

Let me explain. 

It has a sub-rental property on it. A widow shack. And the garage is business ready.

No, this is a good place for Business in the Front; Raise the Family in the Back as my father used to say. It will probably never be listed publicly because either Mike has a friend already lined up, or the first agent will have a hot one. No investor like me will ever get a chance to snap this place up. 

I would if I had the cash.

The best that I can do is to rescue a plant.

Photos are out of order. Or not. 

My gate.

My flowers . . . or my wife's.

Does that plant look it's escaping?

You telling me that this is not my plant? Really? Seriously?

I swear on a stack of Holy Books, and a couple of legal volumes, that I thought that this plant was mine. From my yard. On my side of the property marker. My influence.

If not, I have been stealing it. 

And using it my spells without paying for it.

This is a bad property to buy. There is a thieving witch next door. Claims to be a minister. 

But I can fix everything. I told my accomplice that we digging up the whole plant tomorrow. Because you should always steal your most precious magical flowers on Fridays. To honor a certain goddess. Who we shall not name. Just in case, the police are reading this. Hey, the next owner will never know . . . might not even care.

We do. Me and Khari. We have been watering that plant for a long time.

Damn us witches. 


Location: 2731 Cook St, Denver, CO 80205, USA

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