My Next Door Neighbors

Now I've always liked our next door neighbors, a collection of apparently unrelated very nice quiet women. Perfect neighbors, very nice when we speak and otherwise they keep to themselves. I found out the other day it's a halfway house for mental patients. I was told this finally because one of the ladies has taken a real shine to me and Pam, probably because we are always waving and saying howdy when we see her. Last week she said she was getting married the next day in Virginia Beach and invited us to the wedding, even said she would give us a ride there and she really really wanted us to attend. When I saw her the next afternoon, I asked her why she wasn't in Virginia Beach yet, and she said she's going but first they are having a big wedding party here which was just about ready to start and again was most insistent that we come over. So Pam went over and that's when she was informed about how it was a group home and while it's perfectly ok to interact with the residents we really shouldn't come inside. I already suspected the bride to be was crazy, but I figured at least it's the nice kind of crazy. She has a kind heart, which puts her far ahead of most allegedly sane people I know.