We could not have been luckier with our first neighbour when we moved to the neighbourhood. An old Ukrainian guy who was cheerful, quiet, and doted on the children. Every Christmas and Easter he would leave gifts for them at the front door. When I tried to retaliate he objected vociferously. He watched out for us. I feel I failed him. I HAD noticed his backdoor was ajar for a couple of days, but it WAS a hot weekend. My sister was visiting and I was preoccupied. When his nephew finally arrived to investigate, he had been dead some time.
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