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Thrice Rescued

... up for sale and moving to Texas to be closer to their daughter and grandchildren. The house sold quickly, the closing occurring while we were at the beach. I had not yet met the new neighbors when Violet came in from the back yard with a request.

"Daddy, can Teddy come play on our jungle gym?"

"Who's Teddy?"

"He's the new boy next door."

"Has his mommy or daddy said it's ok for him to come over?"

"I haven't seen them."

"Well, let's go ask. It's time I met the new neighbors anyway and this is as good an excuse as any."

And so next door we went. I rang the doorbell and after a brief wait, it was answered by an attractive thirty-something brunette in a set of paint-spattered dungarees and an equally paint-spattered t-shirt.

"May I help you?" she asked.

"Hi," I said. "I'm Davie Derr from next door. We just got home from the shore yesterday. Violet here is my daughter and I have a son, Samuel. They were playing on our jungle gym and your little boy wanted to join them. I wanted to make sure you were ok with it before letting him come over."

"Hi," said the woman. "I'm Carol Shick. I just moved in a week ago and you caught me in the middle of painting my son Teddy's room. Are you sure you don't mind having him play with your daughter and son?"

"No, that's fine. We'll keep him entertained and let you get your painting done without having to worry about him. Let me give you my phone number and you can call me when you want him to come home. Or just ...

... come over and give a yell. I'll probably be in the back yard with the kids."

With that, she thanked me and walked out of the house to tell Teddy he could go next door to play with Violet and Samuel.

The kids meshed as if they'd known each other for eons. Carol must have lost track of time. It was suppertime, and I hadn't heard from her. Violet and Samuel wanted Teddy to have supper with them. I hadn't yet gotten Carol's number, so I walked next door again, rang the bell, and was greeted again by an even more paint-spattered woman.

"Hi again. I was going to feed my kids and they'd like Teddy to stay for dinner. If you're alright with that, I'll feed all of them. You are free to join us if you'd like."

"Can you give me twenty minutes to clean up? I'll take a quick shower and get some clothes on that aren't covered in paint."

Twenty minutes later, my doorbell rang and there stood Carol dressed in a pair of clean jeans and a man's dress shirt with the tails hanging out and the sleeves rolled up to the elbows. She was carrying a bottle of red wine.

"Come on in. The kids are in the kitchen. We're having spaghetti and meatballs. I hope that's ok. I've made a salad for us to go with it and I have some garlic bread in the oven."

"That's great. Teddy loves spaghetti, although we'll probably have to hose him down when he's done. And I like pasta as well. Is your wife here?"

I wasn't about to share the whole Vera story with a woman I'd known about three hours, so I ...