knew which houses had changed owners three times.
I knew the morning walkers, the dogs they walked, and the children whose growth I had watched from bicycles to driver’s licenses.
And I knew the Hauser family.
Dennis Hauser lived three houses down.
He had been there about twelve years.
Dennis had done well for himself.
Commercial property.
Restaurant supply.
A few other businesses I never completely understood.
Whatever he did, it had made him wealthy.
He drove an expensive silver sedan and carried himself with the relaxed confidence of a
