"My name's Frank Bellarosa. I'm you new neighbor."
What? I think my face remained impassive, but I may have twitched. "Oh," I said, "that's..." Pretty awful.
"Yeah. Good to meet you."
So my new neighbor and I chatted a minute or two and noted each others purchases. He had tomatoes, eggplants, peppers, and basil. I had impatiens and marigolds. Mr. Bellarosa suggested that I should plant something I could eat. I told him I ate marigolds and my wife ate impatiens. He found that funny.
In parting, we shook hands without any definite plans to see each other again, and I got into my Ford Bronco.
It was the most mundane of circumstances, but as I started my engine, I experienced an uncustomary flash into the future, and I did not like what I saw."
Part I, Chapter 1, pg. 4

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