WHAT THE NEIGHBORS SAID RE 839

I suggested to Blythe (B)  that as we were not on a spy mission and that we had broken no laws, that we forget any imaginations as to harm.  B suggested we park our truck in the driveway of 839 when we went to visit next door..rattle some cages, maybe.  Why not now?  Why not.   We drove back to the house for sale and parked in 839 drive.  Then we walked to house next door and knocked on the door.  An older woman answered and she heard our reason for knocking:  "We were interested in the house next door and wondered if she knew anything about the people who lived there and about how long the house had been on the market."   She was very nice and invited us in.  We introduced our selves and she said that she had been friends with the woman who lived there alone..."She was in her forties and single..very attractive...I assume she was single...no ring and she never spoke of a husband. There was a man who either lived there with her or else spent alot of time there....I don't know what the relationship was.....I didn't have good feelings about him...he never spoke to me..never smiled..A truck came by about once a week and unloaded a bunch of boxes into the garage.  One night, I was up late and I saw another truck back into her driveway all the way back to the garage and the boxes were loaded onto the truck and it drove away.  I had her over for a luncheon several times and she never once invited me over. One day, about a month ago, a moving van backed in and all of her belongings were loaded and then it drove off.  I never saw her again after that event.  Two days later, a man placed the for sale sign in her yard.  You are the first people I have seen who were interested in the house.  She never mentioned her last name...she just said her name was Blanche."   Blythe looked at me and winked as if to say   "I told you so".  We thanked the lady...(she never gave her name)..and went back to our truck.  I suggested we try my back door again to see if it was still un-locked......It wasn't.   As we had decided to bring all of our camping gear with us, we both hit upon the idea of going back up the Crest highway to our first meeting camp ground and roast weenies and spend the night there....."How romantic," B. said.   "Let's buy wine and ice and alot of groceries....we may never come down again"    A wonderful romance about to be re-kindled...lot's of fun too.   (to be continued)