There Goes the NeighborhoodChapter 11 Home Movies
That next Saturday, I was downstairs watching football. I had it turned up kind of loud since Marissa was vacuuming upstairs. She’s sort of a neat freak and although I occasionally offer to help with housework, she tells me “No, that’s my job.” How can I argue with that logic? I don’t understand why she needs to vacuum on Sunday afternoons though. Anyway, the vacuum suddenly went quiet and I heard, “Brad, will you get that?” Then I heard the doorbell. I turned the TV off and went up and...