Chapter 15

I turn to leave when quick movement from the house next door draws me back to my former past.

Standing on the stoop of the porch in the adjacent yard is a tall, dark-haired woman. Janice Hicks. She sweeps a fine dust of snow from her porch steps. From where I stand fifty feet away, she reminds me of my former self, someone I barely know anymore.

Last year, I came close to pressing charges against Janice’s son, Bret, for animal cruelty and drug abuse, loud music, and underage drinking. While Janice was out of town on work-related issues, Bret broke into my house, inebriated and stoned, smashing glass in the front door, and attempting to apologize for his unruly, out of control behavior.

Things took a surprisingly lucky turn for Bret and me: I got Bret to apologize to his then dog, Darth Vader, and me.