He would just simmer.
This was the same guy who bought any vacant lot contiguous to his home. Or his view. Now this. His worst nightmare.
Somebody bought the house next door. A middle-aged married couple from Long Island. How could this have happened? That house had been in trust for a decade. The Home Owners Association and the bank had kept the landscaping looking shipshape. Indoors was a different matter.
Story goes his wife got sick first and they took her away. He was left to care for himself and subsequently found to be walking around the house pissing and pooping as he moved from room to room. Good guy but simply outlived his expiration date. They took him away. Another reason to lock up the guns.
The old man and most neighbors agreed 9292 Poverty Lane was inhabitable to anything other than the rats and lizards and spiders that seemed right at home. Now this. Oh, the pain.
The old man sat behind closed blinds and seethed. Joe and Pam.
She had corrected him. No, it’s Pam and Joe, she said.
Luckily, they haven’t been back.
Joe and Pam.
