If you bake a plateful of ‘Welcome-to-the-neighborhood’-brownies and your new neighbor, appearing unusually gaunt under a black hooded robe, answers and invites you in…
If he admires those brownies (as well he should) and asks you in to set a spell over a nice cold glass of sweet tea…
If that little voice in your head says, ” But he seems so incredibly nice and he looks great backlit by all that white light… maybe just a few minutes…”
If he says ” I know your Grandma and your favorite Aunt Louise. It would be so nice to reminisce…”
If you find yourself at Death’s door…
-drop your brownies and run.