The English Neighbours
by Samuel Blackwood
One Tuesday morning, a German family rang at my gate in the hills above Marbella to measure the windows. They had bought my house. I had never put it up for sale. And at two that afternoon, someone else rang.
One Tuesday morning, a German family rang at my gate in the hills above Marbella to measure the windows. They had bought my house. I had never put it up for sale. And at two that afternoon, someone else rang.
