Real Estate Boy

by John Schoneboom

Jenkins shared a room and a bunk bed with a morbidly bookish alligator. It was all very hard on the digestion and he wanted his own room in the worst way.

He spent weeks on end poring over real estate websites, paying special attention to how long the property had been on the market and the advantages of marmoleum. Before long, he had become intimately familiar with the most desirable neighborhoods.

Jenkins decided that the situation was intolerable, so he decided to work on an invisibility formula. Next thing you know, he was gone.

Jenkins spent several long weeks slipping in and out of shadows, wondering why his father hadn't noticed that he was gone. What he imagined was that his father would, after consultation with a series of the best child psychologists money could buy, hasten to procure the extra bedroom that Jenkins craved so badly. Unfortunately, while his father did notice the boy's absence, he did nothing about it since he respected the independence of spirit that led to Jenkin's peculiar decisions.

Jenkins had had enough; it was time to take the real estate expertise he had amassed and put it into action himself. Within forty-eight hours, he was able to induce a seller to carry back the difference on a note secured against other properties and locate a property discounted substantially below market levels and then refinance it with a new hard-money first in order to achieve higher leverage. He had his room all right, and then some.

Years later when they looked back on it all, Father and Jenkins laughed and laughed, without really knowing why.
Jenkins shared a room and a bunk bed with a morbidly bookish alligator. It was all very hard on the digestion and he wanted his own room in the worst way.

He spent weeks on end poring over real estate websites, paying special attention to how long the property had been on the market and the advantages of marmoleum. Before long, he had become intimately familiar with the most desirable neighborhoods.

Jenkins decided that the situation was intolerable, so he decided to work on an invisibility formula. Next thing you know, he was gone.

Jenkins spent several long weeks slipping in and out of shadows, wondering why his father hadn't noticed that he was gone. What he imagined was that his father would, after consultation with a series of the best child psychologists money could buy, hasten to procure the extra bedroom that Jenkins craved so badly. Unfortunately, while his father did notice the boy's absence, he did nothing about it since he respected the independence of spirit that led to Jenkin's peculiar decisions.

Jenkins had had enough; it was time to take the real estate expertise he had amassed and put it into action himself. Within forty-eight hours, he was able to induce a seller to carry back the difference on a note secured against other properties and locate a property discounted substantially below market levels and then refinance it with a new hard-money first in order to achieve higher leverage. He had his room all right, and then some.

Years later when they looked back on it all, Father and Jenkins laughed and laughed, without really knowing why.
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