“I’m going to explain the rules,” Brandon’s aunt Ginny said, holding a megaphone up to her mouth, “and then I’m going to pass out a piece of paper so that you cannot read the stuff you’re not listening to right now.”
Scott grinned, leaning against the side of one of the rows of units. It was easy to see where Brandon got his sense of humor, watching Ginny go through the auction’s rules.
“If you raise your paddle, you’ve bid. Don’t matter if you were scratching an itch, or got a hornet on your head. If you don’t want to bid, keep your hand down.”
Scott let his gaze drift over the crowd; there were better than seventy people packed into the alley between rows of storage units.
“As a part of the bidding, you are given one month’s free storage if you win. That gives you time to look throug
