Chapter 15: EnigmaEdgar Rowdey, emerging from his car, marveled at how many white elephants had found new homes over the weekend.
Yesterday morning he'd gazed across this patch of lawn at lamps and vases, skillets and salad spinners, baby clothes and video games, tennis racquets and fishing tackle. Now only a few half-empty tables remained, huddled together near the driveway.
A lady in a beach chair and a sun hat lowered her cell phone to wave. "Last chance for bargains!"
She was younger and cheerier than the woman who'd sold him the toastrack. Edgar sauntered toward her. "You've had a good sale."
"Yup. Just about cleaned out. Anything you like, make me an offer."
"Cleaned out by shoppers, I hope. Not burglars."
She laughed.
"What do you do with it all overnight? At the start, when
