Autumn thoughts turn to sorrow, dreams begin to cool

Summary

The day the renovations on our marital home were finished, a strange young woman burst in, her face a mask of arrogance.

"I like this house. I'll give you four dollars for it. Consider it a tip for a lemonade."

I refused, of course. She flew into a rage.

"Four dollars is more than this dump is worth! Don't you know who you're dealing with? You can't afford to cross the Croft family, the richest family in the city!"

Before I could even respond, she grew even bolder.

"My brother's new wife is