A Neighbor Has a Problem What would you do? I’d
moved into the neighborhood about a year ago and had
one of the two houses at the end of the cul-de-sac. I’d
met the guy next door about a month later and we hit it
off. I’m single and he’s married, but we both had similar
interests… repairing our own cars, wood working,
watching sports and we were both in the technical field.
His expertise
was computers and mine is machine control… two geeks.
He’d come over and we’d work on one thing or another…
my tools were better than his and his entertainment
system was better. After a few weeks he’d invited me
over to watch a Saturday game and I met his wife. I’d
seen her before and we’d waved but I hadn’t known her
name and never been introduced. They were a happy
couple with no kids. We were all within a few years of
each other in age… but where he and I fooled ourselves
into thinking we were still physically fit… she was. I
mean she had put on a few pounds… judging by photos I
saw in the house… but they were all in the right places.
With no kids to support she didn’t work… although I
suspected that she’d rather have been working than
house-sitting. I mean she kept herself busy…
volunteering and maintaining the house… and yard… but
contact with people was more or less limited to the
people she volunteered with or for. She was about five
foot four and was still very beautiful. When we watched
the games she would both sit with us… and occupy her
hands with something… or she’d find something else in
the house to do. She followed his sports so that she
could talk about them easily enough… and knew the
stats better than he did. Occasionally she’d actually get
wrapped up in a game or a race and be rooting for her
favorite. I’m a strange guy… I don’t believe in
encroachment.

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