This morning, before my husband dropped me off at choir practice at First Universalist, I went to the front yard to peek. It turns out another raw egg had hit the shutter of our bedroom window: the one in the front with the sign. That makes a total of two raw, one boiled.
My next-door neighbor poked his head out of his window and let me know he saw the girl who did that: young, in her pjs, black, not wearing shoes. He yelled at her and she ran. He didn't get downstairs fast enough to see which house she ran into, but his opinion is that she was from the yellow house right on the other side of his. This isn't the first time he'd let me know of people hanging around when they oughtn't be. He may blast R&B out of his SUV some days, but he's definitely a concerned neighbor.
Regarding the yellow house she supposedly ran to, it is the same house in front of which the woman in the van accosted my about my sign the day I carried it home from the Equal Marriage Rally. If it's the girl I think it is, she used to say hi and be nice to me. I got to pet her dogs once. Her younger brothers ride Aidan's bus to school. Aidan calls them friends. Sadder still, the parents may have encouraged her to do it.
It makes me want to buy a rainbow flag to join the sign.
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*sends you hugs, and love, and hopes of no further ickiness from bigoted neighbors*
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