“Julie!” he barks and Juliette flinches. I scan the elderly man, not noting anything threatening in his demeanor beyond his attitude. “Are you coming to the community meeting next week?” “Yes, Mr. Kipton,” Juliette says with a polite smile. She doesn’t seem to be afraid of him, so I wonder why she flinched at his initial greeting. “Good. I’m counting on you to be the deciding vote on getting rid of those pesky ducks around the lake. They are always making a ruckus when I’m trying to sleep!” “I’ll be there,” she says, not giving any opinions on the duck situation. Mr. Kipton nods and passes us,
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