The auction was over in less than two hours, and she watched dejectedly as items from Bradys went out the doorthe neon lights, the rickety tables and chairs, the dartboards and pool tables, the TVs, even the liquor. A bottle of aged scotch was the one thing that had elicited spirited bidding.
Clem, the auctioneer, approached Julie with a sheepish look. Im really sorry, Ms. Polk. I dont know what happened. I gave it my best shot, but these folks just werent in a bidding mood.
She patted his arm. Its okay, Clem. I know you did your best. Just bad luck. And some conniving firefighters.