Jack of Harts

I went to court four years ago. Me and Mom drove up to Northern Minnesota where my house and the courthouse was. We ate at a Pizza Ranch along the way, filled with other people enjoying some of the best buffet pizza in the world. In a darker moment of speculation, I wondered if we were ever going to go back again. There was that crazy flue spreading out of China after all. Never knew where that could lead, but it wasn’t affecting us. I dressed up in a suit, and we went to court to deal with a man who had decided he wasn’t going to pay for the house he bought from me. My lawyer did all the talking, the judge ruled the man had to leave, and placed an eviction date of March 20 on the case. I was about to get my house back, and the world was good.