In 1964, he decided to place the house at lot’s edge, facing a busy dirt road, to reduce excavation costs and guarantee the windows would always need washing. The kitchen floor—pale beige, selected for its affordability—required regular scrubbing, on knees, early in the morning, while her family slept. A dishwasher was omitted; cabinetry, less expensive, was chosen.
One day, stooping to collect a penny trapped in a manhole cover, he was smacked by a cement mixer. The cause of death: a fatal attack of frugality. With the insurance money, she moved her family to The Breakers in Palm Beach.
Ending made me smile this morning ?
Meant to be “?” not “?”
Loved this! Great 101 words
Excellent comeuppance! Very satisfying.
The end caught me by surprise as I’m sure the cement mixer did for him. Satisfying end indeed!
Great build up to a ‘just’ ending. I was feeling bad for his servant-wife.