Harry climbed off the cart, walked up to the edge of my lawn, and cupped his hands around his mouth.

“You’ll be out of this house by winter, Kessler!” Harry bellowed at my lit porch light.

In the kitchen, Emily froze with her glass halfway to her lips.

I got up from the table, walked slowly through the dark living room, and looked out through the glass panel beside the front door.

Harry was standing on the curb with his feet planted wide, his shadow stretching across my lawn under the streetlight.

I reached out, took hold of the brass doorknob, and quietly shut my front door while Harry kept yelling from the curb.