Bubble House - The

In the morning, he went out and bought a single curved window for his living room wall. It wasn’t much. But it was a start.

The judge nodded slowly. She walked to the property line, looked at the narrow gap between Arthur’s cube and the Bubble. She turned to the contractor. “Could you dig by hand?” the bubble house

“It’s not a flaw,” Mrs. Gable said, reading his mind. “It’s a story.” In the morning, he went out and bought

She walked back to her car, leaving them alone on the lawn. The October wind rattled the bare branches. Arthur stood rigid. Mrs. Gable sat on a low stone wall, patting Ptolemy, who had followed her out. The judge nodded slowly

“Mr. Pindle,” she said, peering at the Bubble. “You claim this structure is interfering with a necessary repair to your home’s foundation?”