The Neighbors You Don't Know
She was just there one day, cats and all. Her house appeared next door and no one asked in questions, especially the grownups. They all greeted her in passing, but never made any efforts to welcome her as they had others as they moved into the neighborhood.
Mrs. McGinty made a casserole once and was on her way when she got intercepted by Mr. McGinty. They were older. Older than our parents that is. And it was said Mrs. McGinty wasn’t all there. But I don’t know, I think she was just being friendly.
She, the neighbor no one really spoke to, seemed nice. She always treated her cats well and had a smile for the kids in the neighborhood. But the ladies, mom’s friends and whatnot, basically those mom said mean things about, didn’t like her. Apparently her being a single woman living on her own was dangerous.
I don’t know how it could be dangerous. There were never any crimes in the neighborhood. We didn’t even lock our doors. But there were nights when Andrea and I were riding our bikes trying to chase the sun, and we’d see more than one adult sneaking out when they didn’t think anyone was watching.
Mr. Klein went over to the Smiths’. Mrs. Trudeau hoped the fence to the Qvinstroms’. Mr. Boone slipped out to the Harkonens’, while Mrs. Harkonen snuck over to the Boones’. Every time I saw it happen it was always preceded by someone sneaking peak out of their front curtains to make sure the coast was clear. Apparently none of them care that a kid is watching.
I was never strictly warned away from our new neighbor. But everyone in the neighborhood kept their distance. They were just never explicit about it. Of course she never seemed to invite anyone over, either.
Today’s art is courtesy of Jakub Rebelka from Gdansk, Poland.