Short story-The Sheds

Johnno

The Living Force
By Toronto writer Vada Malbro. A guest visits a luxurious estate in upper LAISH which has some strange concrete sheds at the bottom of the garden.

The Sheds.

-As a matter of fact the Thyssen's killed my grandparents.

-Really?!

-That's kind of how we got this property. Well, not exactly - it's really quite a bit more complicated than that. Basically, other neighbors down the street, our dear friends the Carlyles, rescued Irving's grandparents from the Thyssen's cellar. It turns out that their grandparents had a book that proved God had ordained this very property to them. And, as their descendants, it rightfully belonged to us. Well, to make a very long and complicated story very short, the Carlyles and a few other neighbors who understand the sanctity of property agreed with us. (I think they felt really bad about what happened at the Thyssen's, if you want to know the truth.) Anyway, they went out of their way to help us finally take possession of our ancestral property. Some court orders later and it was legal.
 
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