When Eric pulled his Jeep to a stop in front of a red brick mega mansion surrounded by lush green trees, I let out a low whistle.
“Wow,” I said as we got out.
“Wait until we see the rest,” Eric said.
We walked up the driveway and around to the back of the house. In addition to the three-car garage, the backyard was enormous, with a deck, a pool, a small basketball court, and enough green space to house three or four of the homes on my block in Evanston.
“It’s something, isn’t it?” Eric asked.
“It certainly is.”
“Don’t you think it’s a little excessive, though? I mean, really, does one family need all of this? They only have two kids.”
“I guess if you’ve got the money, you might as well do what you want with it.”
“Greg’s probably in debt up to his eyeballs,” Eric muttered.
The ligh
