Al pushed the mediatron up into the truck, then strolled back into the house. It was nice, he thought, full of light. And he liked the smell of honeysuckle wafting into the house from the deck out back.
Wonder who owns it? he thought. Since he was waiting for Gloria anyway, maybe he should start making himself at home.
Other than the insurance lady, nobody ever came by looking for Paulie.
That’s how popular Paulie was.