The old lady next door had died and her children had sold the place. I really liked her. We had been very good neighbors for years. She would bake me cookies and I would mow her yard. Her daughters told me that a schoolteacher had bought the place. Great, some old English teacher. A fine neighbor she would make.
A week or so later I saw a moving van parked there when I went to work. For some reason I gave that moving van a lot of thought. I worked evenings and