Honestly, I didn’t blame them.
Arthur had a way of making you feel like you didn’t belong. If my kids rode their bikes too close to his fence, he’d yell from his porch, calling them “those wild animals” and telling anyone who’d listen that I was raising delinquents.
If I waved, he’d turn his back and slam the door.
That was Arthur.
And no one had ever been inside his house.
So yeah… when I started bringing him food, people thought I’d lost my mind. Food
But they didn’t see what I saw.
It was the middle of winter when everything changed.
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