Besides, Megan always had an explanation.
Then there was the delivery driver.
He had been bringing packages to our house for months.
I did not know his name, but I recognized his brown cap, quick walk, and the habit of placing packages neatly against the wall instead of leaving them in the rain.
Every few weeks, he would set a box down, look directly into our Ring camera, and move his lips.
The Ring microphone had been broken for months, so I could never hear him.
The first time, I assumed he had said, « Package delivered. »
The second time, I wondered whether he was warning us that the box was heavy.
By the fourth or fifth time, it became a joke between Ryan and me.
« Your silent friend stopped by, » Ryan said one evening.
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