Henry dreams he is the king of the real estate agents. He tries to sell a house to a young couple with twitchy noses and big dark eyes. The couple stare at him nervously. He leans toward them as if he’s going to whisper something in their silly, expectant ears. It’s a secret he didn’t even know that he knew. ‘Let’s stop fooling,’ he says. ‘You can’t afford to buy this house. You don’t have any money. You’re rabbits.’
Published by Houghton Mifflin in The Best American Short Stories 2005.