Sorry, you must be a member of this group to do that.
“Aunt Josephine,” she said timidly, “have you thought of moving someplace else? Perhaps if you lived somewhere far from Lake Lachrymose, you might feel better.” “We’d go with you,” Klaus piped up. “Oh, I could never sell this house,” Aunt Josephine said. “I’m terrified of realtors.” The three Baudelaire youngsters looked at one another surreptitiously, a word which here means “while Aunt Josephine wasn’t looking.” None of them had ever heard of a person who was frightened of realtors.
