Family Folklore

There's a legend about our family that my sister likes to tell. It's usually told when we're in the basement, the scariest part of the building. During the 1920s, the stock market was doing very well and it seemed that capitalism was everywhere! Well, almost everywhere...

On our properties, fuedalism still ruled. We had serfs and Lords and everything! Some people even say that tenants were forced to build the Manor that my sister and I *used to* share, using the same exact methods as the Jews did when they built pyramids for their Egyptian masters.

Then one day, revolution came! It started when we tried to charge a family a $100 move-in fee, when they were only renewing their lease.

"They were learning to read and reading books about hopes and better lives," my sister always says at this part, coyly hinting towards the laundry room," and that is why the only things that the tenants are allowed to read are dusty cooking magazines."