"Of course," I coughed, pulling boxes out of the bedroom closet that sent dust flying. "The place is great. I mean... It's getting there."
"Right, Sam. You obviously haven't found the rats' hiding places." Jim's voice was louder than usual on the phone so I set it on a shelf. I didn't even have to put it on speaker phone to hear him.
"Heard them. Not seen them yet," I laughed. "I have enough to do... I'll get to them later."
I heard Jim chuckle on the other end of the line. We were never close. I think the last time I saw him before we started arranging this was when I was nine and spent my summer here... the place was much nicer then.
"Don't let the scratching keep you up at night."
"Ha ha," I grumbled, dusting off an old hardback book. "I can handle a couple rats."
Besides, they weren't the thing I was losing sleep over.
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