Wherever the Wind Blows Me...: A Chronicle of Friendship
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It is only true if you believe it is, and sad, only if you cannot see past tomorrow.
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Wherever the Wind Blows Me... - Laurie Murphy
Me...
CHAPTER ONE
I am not pleased. It appears that someone has purchased the little house that sits next door to where I live. The house that I wanted to buy. I haven’t seen them yet, but there is action going on. A car in the driveway, a light over the front door. Mowed grass. It has been empty for so long, I just assumed it would always be there, waiting for me.
In truth, I couldn’t have bought it. I know that. Everyone I ever told of my intentions knew that. Still, it could have happened. People win stuff. I could have won something, money or something. Then I could have made a serious offer. Then I could maybe, someday, buy that house.
I wonder who they are. Most likely pretentious. This is a pretentious neighborhood. Maybe young, a nosey woman who gossips too much. A man who lifts weights and drinks before five. The house is small. Maybe an older couple, retired. A couple who hates noise, and children. And dogs.
From the beginning, there was something about the little house. It just sits there, unassuming. Expecting nothing. Proud, but neglected. It calls to me when I walk in the cul-de-sac. Notice me, it yearns. I do, I say. I think you’re beautiful. It blushes with embarrassment, and stands a little taller.
And now this. Strangers, coming to defile my house. Coming with their negativity and tensions, their emotional baggage and material worthlessness. I will put a curse on the house, I think. I know absolutely nothing about curses, but still, I close my eyes and wish really hard that they will go away. But when I open my eyes, their car is still there.
It doesn’t matter who they are, I think. They can be nice, or mean, friendly or hostile. They can be young or old, healthy or sickly. Regardless of their life circumstances, they can keep their stories to themselves. I am not interested in hearing about places they’ve traveled or hobbies they’ve mastered. I don’t much care about people they have met along the way. I don’t like them.
CHAPTER TWO
Their lights have been on for the past two weeks, but I can’t see much of anything through the windows. When I take the garbage cans out to the street, I face forward but my eyes dart to the right, struggling to catch a glimpse of the people I hate. There is noise. A lot of noise. Hammering, mostly. Late at night, which is against the ordinances of our snooty community, but they don’t know enough to quiet down, or they don’t care. I don’t care either. Neither does anyone else in the circle. Maybe they’re renters, fixing up the place for a year’s stay before they move on. A year wouldn’t be so bad. Less would be better.
CHAPTER THREE
I have never really committed to exercise, but since they’ve been here, I walk every evening, so as not to miss anything. Tonight I see a man dressed in work clothes. He looks at me, as if he wants to say something. He looks like a handyman. All sweaty and dirty. What would he have to say to me? More to the point, what would I have to say to him? I keep on walking, though truth be told, I should stop to ask about the renters. He probably knows plenty. Looks like he works until he gets tired, then he sleeps at the house. Must be some major renovations going on inside. Must be somebody rich who can afford to employ the handyman full time.
The next night I walk the circle again. I see the handyman. He waves, and I stop to talk. Do you know the owners? I ask. Yes, he says. Are they nice? I ask. Pretty nice, he says. Well, I’m not going to like them, I say. They’re moving into my house. That’s too bad, he says. They would have liked you.
Just like that, brazen and bold. Making assumptions about who might like whom. He should stick to putting in windows and door sills. He should take out the rot underneath the roof eves and not bother about my business.
The next night the handyman stands in the circle, staring at the little house. My house. He says hello, and waits for me to stop to chat. I appease him. What are they like, the couple moving in? I ask. He says the man’s name is Rod, and he is a musician, and the lady’s name is Julie, or something like that. The boy’s name is Hawk, like the bird, which I find to be extremely suspicious. Why would a boy be named after a bird? He holds out his hand in greeting. I shake it. We exchange names. Rod, he says. My name is Rod.
Deception! I think. He deceived me by allowing me to think he was a handyman, when he turns out to be the new owner. He says