“You taking the car too?”
Darrel chuckled, then turned back to look at his younger companion. “Realtor’s paying for the tow. It’ll be gone in the morning.”
“Huh.” Simeon rubbed his chin, like he was admiring a portrait in a gallery. “I dunno. Kinda adds something, you know? Abandoned house, abandoned car… ” His face then lit, and he pointed at Darrel. “If only you’re last name were Icks!”
Darrel thought a moment, then groaned. “Derelicts. Got it. Remind me, again, why I brought you here?”
Simeon shrugged. “Hey, if you can’t laugh after buying this dump, you got problems.”
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