The remaining tenant proved the hardest nut to crack. They went at him day and night – an assault of white noise and legal taunts.
Old before his time, he shuffled to the courthouse and made his last stand:
‘I proposed to my wife in this home, toiled for forty years to keep it, and found a widower’s solace here. Please…’
A quadrupled offer finally dislodged him.
He withdrew from the courthouse and disappeared into the crowd, re-emerging many thousands of miles away – a skip in his step.
His wife came to the chalet door. He showed her a cheque for an insane amount of money.
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