The phone rang. I answered. It was Carl again. Carl does this a lot. Someone should take Carl's phone away. He says "Aloha." He says that followed by complete silence. With Carl a pattern has developed.
We-Carl, I, others-live in a close-knit neighborhood. Everyone knows one another so Carl supposes this intimacy, this fate proximity is reason to take control of communication like Carl is the friendliest Mussolini ever.
Filling in the dead space I asking why he had called. Carl tells me to come over to his house so he could show me something. Ok, Carl, after I'd ran through a bunch of excuses. Carl expertly showed them to be only excuses. Carl is good at doing that. If he is good at anything, it is certainly unfurling
His home is about as loud as his personality. For example: his lawn usually displays season-appropriate decorations. Winter is just ending and so what does he have propped up? A large, inflatable rabbit. Swaying, it welcomes me as I approach his front door. Carl pops out the front door before I am able to ring the doorbell. He has an ear-to-ear smile. He takes me by my shoulder back out to the front yard. Carl looks up. I look up. We're both looking up. This should be interesting.
I find out Carl asked me over so he could show off gutter covers, which he claims keeps leaves from clogging it. And he, finally, was actually onto something.
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