The blue legal notice taped to my front door glinted in the bright morning sun.

By three o’clock I’d set my two suitcases down on the rug in Clara’s spare bedroom.

Clara came up the stairs with a fresh glass of cold water and put it on the nightstand.

“The town treasurer was in the bank when Bob walked out,” Clara said, sitting down on the edge of the bed.

“By four o’clock the whole of Main Street will be buzzing about that lock-changing truck.”

“Let them buzz,” I said.