The Realtor's Agent
The summer was going to be hot. I had no idea how hot until . .
It was going to be a hot summer. School was out and I needed a summer job. Unfortunately, because I waited until the middle of May;all the good summer jobs were already taken. I didn’t want to get stuck mowing lawns again for the summer, even though as a strapping nineteen year old guy, I had no problem with manual labor. One of my dad’s business buddies got a job transfer and placed his house up for sale. He hired a real...