Neighborhood Watch
Several months back, our next-door neighbors C. & J. put their house on the market for far more than it's worth. After several luckless months, they took it off the market and decided to rent it out instead. Around Equinox, we met M. & A. and their daughter; they had, they said, signed a six-month lease to rent the house.
Sunday, a Local Motion truck pulled up, and the house's contents were emptied. M. looked displeased. The house sat empty Sunday night. By the time leorathesane came home yesterday evening, the front room was once more chock full of furniture and other hastily piled up housewares. The new neighbors had already moved in.
Except, here's the kicker: there was a child's red plastic wagon outside the house this morning. And while I know that red plastic wagons are fairly common, this one looks an awful lot like the ones that belonged to C. & J. The old neighbors. With whom, if you recall, we did not get along all that well. Might they be back?
Such a fascinating block we live on.