The things people will do when no one is looking.
One time? I was sitting quietly on my front porch watching the sunrise.
My next door neighbor is the he-man, the Daddy who spoiled his own baby girl, the one who always helps and gives advice, the one who told me he doesnt judge homos because he knows it’s a “hormone thing”, the man’s man who got all shy when he gave me a copy of The Bridge on the River Kawii (which I kindly pretended I watched), the electrician, plumber, journeyman. The good guy.
That very same dawn, the neighbor came out to get his paper from the sidewalk. A massive branch had fallen from one of his trees in the night. It was so big, he had trouble pulling it under the tree in the neighbor’s yard.
His neighbor is a woman who lives alone, a woman who has trouble keeping her grass mowed.
I still like The Good Guy. But I bet if he noticed me that morning, we wouldn’t be friends.
I turn that one over in my head sometimes. What do you make of it?