11.

Very Little Movement

So as I was leaving for my 6:00 class tonight, my neighbor threw open his door and exclaimed, “You’re alive!” He was a little out of breath and clearly relieved. Apparently there was very little movement from my side of the house today, alarmingly so. My car didn’t move, Milo didn’t bark, the newspaper was neglected—which all added up, in my neighbor’s mind, to my untimely death. He was actually convinced that I had dropped dead; however, he wasn’t going to knock on the door until tomorrow. Give it a day. “Then the body would have had time to gel.” He used the word “gel.” The body.

I was just reading.