He’s back
We live in a small town, I can’t name it, but we would all agree that 2500 people is small enough. You’d think that in a town that small, every one would know everyone else’s business, but not here. Mom always said this place was founded by hippies who respected that some neighbors would be buck naked all the time, that some would be stoned out of their tree, and that some were polygamists, so nobody pried. My parents moved here before I was born, but I don’t know why. They’ve never given me a reason, but I’m starting to think I understand. People here just seem to mind their business, and not jump to conclusions. One example is that it wasn’t until I was a teenager that I realized it was a strange coincidence …