Yesterday, when I was getting into my car at my parents house, one of the original neighbors* on our street was nearby and he hollered at me, "Didn't think we'd ever see you back!" I kinda smiled, and nodded at him. I've never really spoken to him for anything beyond a greeting. I got into my car and felt exposed and violated.
I don't know what bothered me the most, that he said it* or that it was true.
I wonder what his smiling face would have changed to if I'd said, "Yeah. Me neither."
Hmm.
*If you've ever been to my house, I point out his house on the tour of our street. He is a strange man with an immaculate yard that he works on every single day. He was also shot by his live-in girlfriend, who then called the police to tell them what she did. The police came and shot her to death since she was wandering the street with a gun. Her blood stains was on my friend's sidewalk for weeks. This all happened one year I was at Girl Scout camp.
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