Hammer Time

Last night we heard someone hammering nearby just around twilight, or maybe later. Xy remarked on it. I didn’t pay much attention.

But this afternoon a (former) neighbor stopped by. It was Gwen, sister of dear departed Dan. She informed us that the hammering was actually a brazen burglary of their house. They forced their way in through brute force, destroyed much of their surviving furniture, trashed the place, and stole everything including her underwear.

Gwen’s living in a hotel downtown but plans to return once she gets a trailer. Then she’s going to walk her pit bulls around the block every evening.