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Ding-dong.
"Hold on, I'm coming. Keep your pants on."
I was just getting out of the shower when the unwanted visitors came calling.
Ding-dong.
I threw on a bathrobe. Sheesh, don't they know the rules? My outside lights are off. That means I'm not participating in the stupid ritual of Trick or Treat. Bah humbug. Yeah, I know that's another holiday. I don't give Christmas presents either.
Ding-dong.
"Okay, okay, you've got my attention."
I flicked on the front light and peeked out the small window of the front door, while dripping water all over the tile floor. There stood a teenager, well maybe a little older. He or she was wearing a plain jacket. I didn't see a costume but the visitor was wearing make-up to look like a witch. Snaggly hair going six ways from Sunday, close set eyes, a long thin crooked nose and a pointy chin.
"I'm not giving out anything," I hollered through the door.
"Excuse me, mister. I just moved in across the street. I'm afraid I locked myself out. Nobody is at home. Can I come in, please?"
This was the daughter of my new neighbor? I had only seen her once earlier that week, and only from behind. She was getting out of her folks' minivan, as I watched from my window that faces their house. She had been wearing sandals and a very short skirt. I remembered her long well shaped legs. Her hair had been up in a ponytail bun thing.
"So, can I come in? I'm not really dressed for this weather."
Her comment brought me back to the present. I opened the door and she scooted in quickly. My elevator eyes did a full scan. I started at her feet, which were wearing fuzzy pink slippers. Her legs were better looking up close, exposed all the way up to her jacket. Her hands were still stuffed into her jacket pockets for warmth. When I got to her face, I saw she had been watching me scan her the whole time. That's when I realized she wasn't wearing any make-up. That was her real face! But what a face! It could stop a clock. It could stop a bus or a train or a, well, you get the idea. I tried not to stare at it as she told me her story of woe.
"I stepped outside, you know, to put out the garbage. A gust of wind blew the door shut. My folks and brother are out tonight. I didn't know anywhere else to go."
"Well, come in and make yourself at home."
I almost said homely. Well, she was! I was sure she was self-conscious about the way she looked, and I didn't want to add to her problems. Hell, she just moved in across the street. I needed to build bridges, not erect walls.
She moved from the entryway to the living room and sat down on the couch. I took a seat at the other end, facing her. She crossed her legs. Her jacket was still on, but her legs seemed to be bare all the way up, and I do mean all the way.
"I'm Alesha," she said.
I made eye contact and tried to keep a civil expression.
"I'm Harvey. Nice to meet you. So, how do you like the place?"
"Oh, your house looks very nice, although I haven't had the nickel tour," she said.
"No, no, I mean your new house."
It had been up for sale for a very long time. The sellers must have finally dropped the price to something reasonable.
"It's okay, I guess. I'll have to live in it for a while before I know."
A reasonable answer.
"Do you go to school?"
Yeah, the School for the Chronically Ugly.
"I graduated high school last spring. I'll be starting college next semester. I needed some time off. So, you don't do Trick or Treat?" she asked.
"No. Every year I buy candy and get all psyched up for lots of little kids coming by. And every year, I'm stuck with the candy because no one comes. Nobody! So now, I don't even bother. That's why the light was off."
"Do you go Trick or Treating?"
"Heavens no. I'm much too old to be going door to door in some lame costume. I'd probably get arrested."
"That's a shame. Trick or Treat can be a lot of fun. I was going to do it tonight, but I didn't want to go alone."
"Oh, this neighborhood is pretty safe. I don't think you'd be in any danger."
"I'd feel safe if you were with me. Nobody would mess with a big strong man like you."
I was both flattered and puzzled at her comment.
"I was watching you out my window, when you were working on your front yard. You took your shirt off while you were digging up those shrubs," she explained.
So, my new neighbor was a peeping tom. Well, that made two of us.
"It's awfully warm in here. Do you mind if I take off my jacket?"
