One of her tenants just moved out, the one who wobbled when she walked, slammed down the stairs, parked way at the top of the hill when there are spaces much closer by, who had more stuff in her room than the mover could believe was there, who ruined the walls and floors, who had a family but never saw them, who had had a house, but got rid of it because the roof needed to be fixed; now she's waiting on her other tenants to leave so she can get a reverse mortgage and live alone. No one in her family needs her property (one has two houses, another three, the kids will each get their own). Her nephew earned his. Maybe some heirlooms. But no one needs anything.
When thinking about having too much meets thinking about not having enough. When, in what remains of a gift economy, no one needs what you might give them. When families are divided into haves and haves less. When thinking about housing turns into thinking about dying.
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