Now there's just two, a hard working man who just turned fifty and a nerdy college student closer to 19 than 18. That was then, when my older sister still lived here and Mom was still alive. Before a couple of weeks ago we were just a couple of guys sharing a home that used to house four. Maybe we're both thinking the same thing. He might have a drink or two at a bar, but he's not much of a drinker. I don't know where he goes all evening or what he does. I would have been awake if he stayed out until 3. I've been waiting for him, and it's only a little past ten. I suspect the second reason is that maybe he's hoping I'm asleep, but there's no way that would happen. One is that he's a considerate man by nature, and since it's late he doesn't want to disturb anyone in the neighborhood. He's trying to be quiet, probably for two reasons. ![]() Then came the faint footsteps along the path in front of the house and up the steps. He waited out in the car for a minute, and then I heard the car door open and then close. It's been about fifteen minutes since I heard the car pull into the driveway. A story told through the mind of a young man.
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