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By Barbara Javor
We were supposed to go on a long run Friday afternoon, but ominous steel-gray clouds had gathered in a stormy blanket over the nearby foothills. Petra came friends were convinced he was the Godfather. by to join me, preferring my quiet neighborhood to her busy streets. We opted to run 200yard accelerations from jogging to all-out sprints—called ‘pick-ups’—back and forth along my road to get in some speed work without venturing too far from shelter. My house was the second from the end on the last block in a development that never quite finished developing. Dirt paths skirted the curbs instead of paved sidewalks, and several trails branched off into the fields and the canyon across the street. My neighbors shared a friendly sense of community in our semi-rustic enclave. Almost everyone, except for neighbors at two houses. My next door neighbor in the corner house was a strange recluse whose name I had never learned. True, he was wheelchair-bound and rarely ventured into the front yard, but he seemed unfriendly. He lived alone, although several times a week I saw visitors in business attire enter his house with boxes and bags. He loved listening to loud Italian opera both day and night, sometimes singing along equally loud. Between his baldness, Mediterranean complexion, and Italian singing, my running
The other strange neighbors lived two doors down the other way. They were a couple perhaps in their thirties, always well-dressed, and always in a hurry flitting in or out. They both wore tinted glasses, even at night, and the woman always covered her hair with a scarf. I never saw either one long enough to remember their faces. My friends nicknamed them Bonnie and Clyde. Like the Godfather, Bonnie and Clyde were a subject for speculation whenever my friends joined me for neighborhood runs. “Any clue what the Godfather’s up to these days?” Petra asked as we caught our breath after accelerating through the first pick-up. “He got a pair of cats a few weeks ago. When he lets them out, they climb the fence into my yard, and often climb the fence into the next neighbor’s yard.” “If he likes cats, he can’t be that strange.” “He puts odd, bulky collars on the cats. They look like puffy versions of those frilly bands girls wear around their pony tails. Why would a man put oversized, frilly collars on those poor little cats?” Petra laughed. “He’s the Godfather. They continued on page 3