The next story is about Matt and Charlene's neighbor. Virgil was a very friendly neighbor ...a single man in his late twenties.

Charlene has had it on her mind for some time now, but it becomes obvious to Matt that something is bothering her as she paces back and forth to various windows of the house.  

Matt just has to ask, "Charlene, what is it?  You've not been acting yourself lately?"

Charlene takes a deep breath, but doesn't turn to talk to her husband, "Well, I don't know how to say this ...it has never concerned me before, but there's something strange about Virgil.  I don't really feel safe having our kids play outside, and not knowing what kind of man Virgil is."

Matt does not see it the same way, "I admit he's sort of different, but not strange in the way that would concern me."

Charlene raises her tone, "Not to concern you?  He rides a tricycle to his mailbox!"

Matt tries not to laugh, "So, maybe when he was young no one took time to teach him how to ride a bicycle. He does drive a car."

Charlene will not give up her point, "But, a tricycle? What adult would ride a tricycle ...unless he thinks he still wants to be a child in some way.  And maybe he likes being around children too much ...you never see him with anyone his age."

Matt looks out the window, "Maybe you have a point ...perhaps we should be a little careful."

The very next week, Virgil is seen walking up and down the street with a young woman about his age.  He even introduces her, April, to Matt and Charlene.

Matt and Charlene notice that April visits several times a week, and always leaves before dark.  And they don't see the tricycle any more.

Then one evening, Matt and Charlene had settled all there kids in bed, and they noticed that Virgil and April were taking a stroll down the street ...and it was after dark.

Charlene is still not convinced, "I still say that Virgil is a simple man, yet too complex to figure out. I just hope April figures right."

Matt leads her by the hand to their bedroom, "What's wrong with a simple man?  I simply think you are wonderful ...can you figure out that I want to simply kiss you, or is that too complex."

Charlene's smile cannot be seen in the dark, but it's obvious it's there, by the changed tone in her voice, "Well, simplicity can be fine, I just hope April has enough wisdom to fine-tune her thoughts ...or his thoughts."

Charlene was right.  Virgil was a simple man ...you could tell the way he talked.  But, it was April who was keeping Virgil in the dark.  She had a rare medical condition where she was always tired, and her heart worked only as good as that of someone three times her age.  April had been heartsick about her failure to be able to keep a friend, so she was yet to tell Virgil about it.

April suddenly collapses on the ground.  Virgil panics.  He has a cell phone with him, and calls 9-1-1.

An operator comes on-line, "May I help you?"

Virgil stutters more than usual, "I need help r-i-g-h--h-t  n-o-w-w!  M-y-y g-i-r-l ---f-r-e-n-n ...she's a-l-m-o-s-t not breath-i-n-n!!"

The operator remains calm, "Now, calm done ...we'll help you.  Just tell me what street you are on."

Virgil does compose himself somewhat, but barely, though his words do come out more clearly, "On Sickamore ...no wait, we just turned the cor-ner, so t-h-at would be Youkaliptus Bullavard."

The operator asks, "Could you spell that for me please?"

Virgil is beginning to get more tense again, "Y-o-u-k-a, no wait, it's E-u-k ...no that's not right either. Oh forget it, I'll just drag her down to Oak."