A New Neighbor, A New Nativity, An Old Puppy and Some Real Bones
My friend's son, just moved into the house in my back garden. He is over six feet tall and over two hundred pounds. I sleep better already. We rarely talk as he doesn't talk to anyone, his mom says. He's a bartender at our Wildest Wildcat House and listens to drunks eternally, I think, which makes him nod and not speak much. Nice kid. My other two neighbors, the recovering breast cancer teacher on sabattical and her sister with the crazy Jack Russell terrier, sneaked out of their houses today,... Sign in to see full entry.