Leisure Time

When I met them they seemed like any other couple enjoying retirement. A modest 3/2 bungalow tucked away in a sunny spot on the edge of high desert and forest, close to the husband’s favorite hobbies of fishing and hunting. Once a month I would show up on a Wednesday afternoon and find them, as often as not, sitting on the back porch listening to a bright cacophony of birdsong and sipping red wine. They were generally tidy, tipped well, and had a puppy who followed me from room to room as I cleaned, running away each time the vacuum cleaner started.

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