There was an older man who lived across the street and a few doors away. I dont think I ever spoke to him, but we nodded and gave each other small smiles. He walked without a cane, but slowly. Still he was tall, thin had a full head of hair and showed all the signs of once having been a good looking man. I was pretty sure he lived alone. After a while I saw him less and less frequently, and I suspected he might be ill, or worse.
Then one day I saw a newer sportier car in his driveway parked next to his aging Lincoln. It seemed logical that this was one of his children, having come to look after things, or worse.
Wow, she was really cute, tight skirt, on the short side, (skirt that is),tight blouse, V neck (deep V neck) on the thin side but with large breasts, blond, definitely sophisticated, walked quickly, wore heels, nice legs. I was sure it was either his daughter or a real estate agent come to list his house as he prepared to go off to some other living arrangement.
