Susan's Blog

Tuesday, September 7, 2010

Old House, Young Men

It was past 11pm, so I was fast asleep.  Ned heard the screen door creak open, but then there was no other sound.  He waited for the sound of the key in lock, a long, drawn-out cranky conversation between old metal teeth and grouchy tumblers.  Nothing came.  He went downstairs, figuring it was Max, home from his girlfriend’s house, with no key.

He found Max out on the lawn, throwing things up at Ben’s window, which was lit up.  “I figured Ben was awake, because his light was on,” Max explained.

Ben was awake, but he had not gotten out of bed because, as he put it, “I heard the noises, but I just thought it was stuff breaking.”

1 comment

There’s a fine night watchman!

— added by Ed P. on Tuesday, September 7, 2010 at 7:00 am