Once we handed in a sizeable chunk of our money (half of the money Jack got for the sale of his apartment; the house itself was cheap, but forty acres of land are worth something), we also had to sign a very, very long liability waiver.
"The house is not livable until it is inspected," the clerk handling the documentation said.
"That's OK," I said. "When can we schedule it?"
"Next working day," the clerk said. "But are you sure you can get it done by Monday?"
It was Friday.
"Of course," I said. "If you give me the keys, please."
He gave me a quizzical look but handed me the keys. We scheduled the inspection for Monday, and I paid the fee.
When we exited the auction house, property deed in hand, Jack stopped at the stairs.
"Are you sure you can handle it?" he asked.
I could see he
