Gemotions

"Oh, it's just a little bit of history," the inspector from the city’s historic preservation society had chirped, as if the fact that the house had housed a notorious gangster and was the site of a gangland shooting was a cute anecdote. Sarah practically vibrated with fury. "Little bit of history?" she echoed, her voice tight. She’d spent weeks agonizing over the paint colors and the placement of her furniture, trying to create the perfect home. Now she’d learn the house was a repository for a decades-old bloodbath. She spun on her heel, her head aching.