Bill went to the front door and opened it. Sitting on the front porch was a large cardboard box. A small envelope was taped to it. Inside the envelope was a termination letter and Bill's final paycheck. He took the box inside and tossed it on the coffee table. He would have to go through it later when he felt more like it. Right now he was just pissed off, drained and bewildered.
He poured himself another cup of coffee and went out the front door. He was sitting there feeling sorry for himself, when he noticed the house across the street seemed to be listing to one side just slightly.
Bill cocked his head to one side and looked again. Yes. It did seem to be sitting a little lower on the right side. Hmmm. Bill thought, maybe the foundation was slipping a little. He was about to get up and go in the house when the front door to house across the street came flying open and Mrs. Upchurch came running out screaming.
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