Real Estate Boy

by John Schoneboom

Father was a chancer but he had only ever surreptitiously removed things from eleven or so people. It was all for his son Jenkins -- or so he told himself when he grimaced at shadows in the morning. Jenkins had made it known that he wanted his own room as soon as humanly possible. The boy had even been seen speaking in subdued tones to real estate agents around town.

Father knew precisely what he had to do. Why, he'd simply round up the boys and plan a job, get the cash together and get that boy his own room.

Well, it quickly turned to shite and Father found himself in the cross hairs of a gang of mob toughs whose territory he had foolishly impinged upon.

Fortunately, in the meantime Jenkins had done a separate real estate deal in which he assumed an existing low-interest loan and papered out the equity based purely on his personal qualities and a win-win attitude. He was able to turn the property around with a short-fuse balloon payout with a refinance option, and sort everyone out without violence or a long stretch in the big house.

Jenkins had his room, and his father figured out that not all problems can be solved by hurling a fish into a football stadium. For once, at least, the story ended suitably.
Father was a chancer but he had only ever surreptitiously removed things from eleven or so people. It was all for his son Jenkins -- or so he told himself when he grimaced at shadows in the morning. Jenkins had made it known that he wanted his own room as soon as humanly possible. The boy had even been seen speaking in subdued tones to real estate agents around town.

Father knew precisely what he had to do. Why, he'd simply round up the boys and plan a job, get the cash together and get that boy his own room.

Well, it quickly turned to shite and Father found himself in the cross hairs of a gang of mob toughs whose territory he had foolishly impinged upon.

Fortunately, in the meantime Jenkins had done a separate real estate deal in which he assumed an existing low-interest loan and papered out the equity based purely on his personal qualities and a win-win attitude. He was able to turn the property around with a short-fuse balloon payout with a refinance option, and sort everyone out without violence or a long stretch in the big house.

Jenkins had his room, and his father figured out that not all problems can be solved by hurling a fish into a football stadium. For once, at least, the story ended suitably.
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