Rumor has it that our new next door neighbor (to the right of us) had lost her husband/boyfriend to suicide. I'm told she has some teen aged boys that sometimes live with her, or at least I've only caught a glimpse of one of them.This is what we're up against. Suicide has a strong presence amongst the first nations people. There is such a level of hopelessness that you can actually see it - on people's appearance, people's houses, their cars. Just dreary hopelessness.
It's weird because this neighbor has the worst looking, most depressing house of the block. It's just like our former neighbors to the right of us back in the fair mo' city, The Sanfords. Except The Sanfords were full of life somehow, in a disfunctional sort of way.
It has been difficult to meet any neighbors. And we've been here a week. This seems wrong. But the locals are so stoic or jackasses or whatever.
Creator, please give us some ideas or inroads.
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