The old woman rang the doorbell. The door was freshly painted, the lawn mowed, but still marred by brown footsteps and yellow furniture marks left by the removal company.

“Mr. Jaspers, I suppose”, joked the old woman handing the young, bespectacled man a pie

“That’s me… and no one else”, replied mr. Jaspers with a beaming smile. “But please, call me Jim. And come in, have a drink with me, and tell me about our new neighborhood. I didn’t catch your name…”

“Ms. Smith. And I never told you… you’d have to excuse an old, senile woman”

The two of them sat, and Jim poured some kool-aid on their glasses

“Miss Jennings was already here. You’re very nice, and I’ll end eating off your gifts for weeks”

“What brings such a gallant fellow in such a little, simple, town?”, asked her after a little chit-chat

“Business, just business”, he said

“What kind of business, if I may ask you?”

“You may say I’m a travelling salesman…”

“Do you live all alone here? Or is there a Mrs. Jasper I can meet, maybe later?”