His name was John,46 and lived alone. The first time that I met him was a few weeks after I moved into my new home after a relationship breakdown. He knocked on my door and handed me a bag of chocolate and introduced himself. I found it quite odd but thanked him for welcoming me on the street. We talked a while and parted company. A week passed, in which I would see him come to and fro to his house over the street, he washed his car a raked the leaves from his front lawn. His build was fairly typical for his age range, relatively tall, brown hair and bearded and a slight overweight look to him… Pročitajte više