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"They recalled the house."
"What!? What's wrong with it?"
"Dunno." Linn said. "It
was on the news. 32,000 recalled by NanoBuild. I checked the serial
number; this is one of them. And we just moved in!" Her lip
quivered.
"Oh honey," Bell said, taking
her hand. "I'm sure it can be repaired. We won't have to move
again."
She jerked her hand away. "I'll
be in the garden." She stomped through the kitchen and he heard
the back door slam.
Bell looked around. What could be
wrong? Shoddy workmanship? He rapped on the walls and doorframes,
but nothing happened except his knuckles got sore. He went out the
front, walked to the street, turned around and looked back. White
frame comfort with nothing out of place.
Bell went back in and sat down in front
of the screen.
"On. NanoBuild recall."
Windows flashed; teasers scrolled in and out of view. "That
one."
A blonde, sculpted, talking head.
"NanoBuild, the country's largest provider of quick-grown homes,
today announced a recall of more than 30,000 homes planted in the
last two years. A defect in instructions has caused some homes to
spontaneously resume growth weeks or months after completion. The
unwanted growth takes the form of knobby extrusions on walls or
ceilings. These extrusions, dubbed house tumors, expand without
limit until they fill available space, and resemble broccoli or
cauliflower. Biorenovators are scrambling to develop treatment
regimes that can be applied without damaging essential elements of
the homes. Recalled homes need to be vacated immediately, because
cancerous growth could begin without warning and progress extremely
rapidly. The Attorney General will issue a statement tomorrow about
whether NanoBuild will be charged with a violation of the Safe
Business Practices Act. Ironically, Ralph Natter, CEO of NanoBuild,
co-sponsored the SBPA when he represented southern Illinois in the
House in the early 20s."
Bell told the screen to shut down, then
sat for a minute, stunned. He needed to warn Linn; they had to get
out. Just then, something bumped his shoulder. House cancer! Bell
jumped up, tripped on the throw rug, and whacked his head on the
coffee table.
Linn rushed around the couch and
checked Bell's pulse. Still strong, thank God. She'd never seen him
so jumpy. She made him comfortable under a blanket, then stood and
stretched. She'd clean up outside and then see how he was doing. On
her way out she noticed a bubbly spot on the wall. Have to get that
fixed, she thought, but then remembered. The house was no longer
their responsibility.
Publ. Daily Cabal 2010
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