You're probably wondering why. More than anything else, it was luck. When I'd moved into the house -- a nondescript three-bedroom ranch in a lower-mid...le-class neighborhood -- it hadn't sported all the goodies. But my uncle died and he owned a couple of houses that he rented out. My aunt got the bulk of things, but Uncle John and I had talked about those houses on many occasions and as a part of his will, he bequeathed them to me -- IF I could make a certain amount of profit on them two years. There were two teenage boys in the car and they openly ogled Nancy and her Corvette by turns. She shifted her gaze to give the boys a cool once over and then she grinned evilly.It was hardly the first time she'd grinned at other drivers. It had begun when she was five. Her father bought her a five horsepower go-cart for Christmas. He took her to their back yard where he'd laid out a figure eight track with some old boxes. He made sure that she was strapped in and that her helmet fit just right. The election almost ten year before was one filled with dirty tricks and backstabbing. I read the Sheriff’s job description and couldn’t find anything to make the job appeal to anyone. Let alone the three men who were in that election. The questionable election had been held in 2010. The current Sheriff had been the winner of that election, and the next one. Word was that he was going to run in the next election as well.It appeared that the current Sheriff had been given information from at. She had a very small fiefdom, but she obviously planned to defend it. I walked past her to the best table in the overflor room. It was one of only three by the windows which faced the rear of the restaurant. I chose the only one without a view of the dumpster. The hostess angrily snapped down the menus before leaving. Peggy Sue actually smiled when she said, ‘You know they may never take our order?’ ‘Ma’am, I wasn’t kidding everything I’ve had to eat for the last week has been wrapped in paper.