After the cops leave, we get started on that, mingling awhile, nibbling the goodies our hosts and some of the others have laid out. The next day I see the woman who had opened her house to us. We stop to chat. No one sees a thing. But this time, the phone network goes into action and everyone along the street is quickly warned.
Several neighbors come by to offer condolences.
It's the first time they've been in my house. That feels great and helps soften the blow of being violated again. And I know my misfortune has underscored for all of us how we need to watch out for each other. We're more of a true neighborhood than ever. Don't let home be where the hurt is.