NEIGHBORS
“You know that little alleyway by Spruce Street”, Diane asks
me?
“Yea,” I tell her.
“Do you ever go down there”?
“No. I don’t have any reason to go there.”
“Well don’t. It’s
really creepy. The people who live there
are redneck and dangerous”, she states factually, almost sounding like a public
service announcer.
“What are you talking about? Who lives there?”
“I don’t know who they are but Mike told me he tried to
drive down there recently and they blocked his way. They wouldn’t let him threw. So he got
nervous and just pulled around and went the other way. And his old mother was in the car and they
wouldn’t let him through. Then Sam told me that he couldn’t get through and he
was worried because he thought they had a gun.
And he didn’t want to mess with them”.
“Did he call the police?
They can’t block the road and then intimidate someone with a gun”. Now I
am incredulous and plotting to drive down that alleyway tomorrow.
“I don’t know, he just said they had a gun”.
“They pointed a gun at him? Or did he see a gun?” I want to
know.
“I don’t know. Maybe he said he was afraid they could have a
gun. You know, because they’re rednecks
and all. I don’t know. Maybe you should
ask Sam. Don’t ask me. I don’t have the whole story. And besides, I
don’t like to spread gossip. Ask Sam”,
she says in a tone of annoyance.
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