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Sometimes I hear a partial snippet of conversation at a gathering or social function. My first impulse is to run toward the people talking and ask them, “What happened next?” However, I’m too polite to do this.
Years ago I heard the following fragments of a conversation:
1st man – “I almost bought that vacant house in your neighborhood.”
2nd man – “You know the previous owner killed his wife, but the police never found her body.”
1st man – “I thought about that when I was looking through all the rooms. In the bathroom I turned on the tub faucet. The water running out was blood red. That was it. I couldn’t buy the place.
2nd man – “Now wait…..”
In the jumble of people, I tried to find the two men talking, but they had either moved away or left the party. I had no way of finding out more about the incident, but those few sentences still haunt me.
Healan Barrow ©2013