by
Eula Biss
This woman’s grandfather built her house, I’ll learn later. She owned it outright and could have left it to her children but the property taxes kept going up in her old age. Someone selling loans convinced her to remortgage the house to pay her taxes, another neighbor tells me. And that’s how she lost it. The bank owns it now, it’s in foreclosure, but she’s ninety years old and they aren’t going to evict her. They’re waiting for her to die. In the meantime, there’s a tarp on the roof and two broken windows upstairs.
sad