Okay... for the younger readers who didn't have a clue who I meant by Monty Woolley's character in The Man Who Came to Dinner, think of Owen Wilson in You, Me and Dupree.
Only not as funny.
Or as cute.
And with a peace bond.
That means he did something violent enough to get A to put a restraining order on him.
By law they have to stay away from each other.
No, we didn't know what a peace bond was, either.
After B barricaded his front door with his truck on January 13, at 8:30 pm, it was quiet in the cul de sac.
No sign of him.
At first we enjoyed it.
Then we wondered... was he still alive?
Were we supposed to call the cops?
I mean, we've all seen neighbors being questioned by cops after a crazy did something loopy enough to get on the 6 o'clock news.
Well, the quiet lasted until January 18, at 8:15 pm, when he decided to shovel a path from his truck to the street.
Could it be?
Had he packed the back of his truck?
Was he finally leaving?
A general mood of euphoria settled on our circle.
TVs were turned off.
People smiled and nodded.
Some got a bit giddy and turned on their Christmas lights.
At 9:09 B drove off.
We saw his truck turn west on the main drag.
He was headed away from the city.
Maybe he was going to stay with his relatives.
We slept well that night.
The next day I went to get some fresh fruit.
Something made me glance at our back lane.
The truck was there.
Oy.
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