My neighbor is an actor. While he mostly does ad work and some theater, he has had an occasional appearance on t.v. Recently, he was on a episode of a locally filmed crime drama. We had plans that night, so we couldn’t watch it live. This weekend, my family sat down together to watch the show.
It took a while for John to appear. But then, there he was… digging a grave in a darkened back yard, a body ready for covert burial lying nearby.
“Well, this is creepy,” my daughter said.
I started to agree, but stopped. “Actually,” I told her. “I think it might come in handy to have a guy who knows how to hide a body living right next door.”