Real Estate Boy

by John Schoneboom

Father was something of a knave but he had only ever been truly unsportsmanlike to perhaps fifteen people. It was all for his son Jenkins -- or so he told himself when he went to sleep in the morning. Jenkins had made it known that he wanted his own room or else despair might ruin his mind. The boy had even been seen studying provocative manuals about creative financing schemes.

Father had no idea what to do next. He absolutely doted on young Jenkins but there was no way he could afford a bigger house. Without any ideas of his own, he decided to ask Bucky the Screw a few questions and see if that could shake loose a few options.

In short order things spiraled quickly out of control. Before he knew what hit him, he had been beaten to the ground by an elderly female martial arts expert with friends on the police force.

The good news was that Jenkins got to take over his father's room, and he visited his dad every Sunday for the next twelve to fourteen years.
Father was something of a knave but he had only ever been truly unsportsmanlike to perhaps fifteen people. It was all for his son Jenkins -- or so he told himself when he went to sleep in the morning. Jenkins had made it known that he wanted his own room or else despair might ruin his mind. The boy had even been seen studying provocative manuals about creative financing schemes.

Father had no idea what to do next. He absolutely doted on young Jenkins but there was no way he could afford a bigger house. Without any ideas of his own, he decided to ask Bucky the Screw a few questions and see if that could shake loose a few options.

In short order things spiraled quickly out of control. Before he knew what hit him, he had been beaten to the ground by an elderly female martial arts expert with friends on the police force.

The good news was that Jenkins got to take over his father's room, and he visited his dad every Sunday for the next twelve to fourteen years.
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