the moment it was over and had suddenly discovered that it hadn’t.
Kyle had expected silence.
He had received it from the neighborhood all summer.
But this time, the silence had broken.
I sat at my kitchen table where he couldn’t see me.
I watched him go back inside.
Twenty minutes later, Dennis came outside.
He read the notice too.
He stared toward my house longer than Kyle had.
Then he disappeared inside.
Forty minutes later, he knocked on my door.
“Mrs. Marsh.”
“Dennis.”
“I’d like to talk about the
