A few years ago we had some black folk move in right next door. They smell awful, never clean up after themselves and break into my backyard to steal stuff. Back in April I had some friends over for a party and one of them scared my outside-smoking friend half to death. Just the sight of his black self skulking around the cars in the street made her panic and run screaming back into the house.
I’ve never really minded this family, because they don’t hurt me and I don’t hurt them. As long as we keep to our own lives, I’m fine. I don’t have a daughter for them to marry so there’s no danger there. Although one of them did flirt with my son awhile back. My other son screamed at him incessently. After that dustup we haven’t had much confrontation.
My husband, who keeps an eye on the situation, said that he thought they moved out shortly after the April incident. True enough we hadn’t seen them for a long while, and there was a moving truck on our street. But last night the unavoidable truth hit us hard. They’re still here. And they’re kicking up as big a ruckus as they ever have.
I try not to mind, but it is difficult when they keep creating a huge stink right next to my office workspace.
Still and all, I think they’re cute as the dickens and wouldn’t mind if one moved right into the house with me.