This afternoon the doorbell rang a whole lot of times and Emily didn’t get it, so I did. As I got to the door I thought: “Should I ask who it is before I open it? Oh well, if it’s a burglar, what’s he gonna do, force his way in?” So I just threw it open. It was a burglar. He was a big guy in a grey sweatshirt. He didn’t seem pleased to see me. “Uh,” he said, “do you need somebody to take care of your lawn?” He had a croaky, raspy voice. I said no. He left in a hurry. We don’t have a lawn.
