I Am Selling It All

The ad said “Come to my house. I am selling it all.” Of course I was there, waiting hours before she opened. She came out and offered both of us a cup of coffee. The man took off his hat and she threw him back outside. He is my ex, she told me. He cannot come in here. She was delightful to me, but not to her ex. I bought all of his stuff. There was gobs of it. She broke my dollar and gave me change. I now had enough stuff to have my own garage sale I hugged her good bye. The ex was gone when I came out. I hoped he would follow my truck home So I could sell him his stuff. No such luck.