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Then another was dead and then another. One evening I heard a commotion out back and went to see, and the last remaining duck was in the middle of the pool. My thinking at the time was the duck went into the water for safety and that no rat would go into the water to get it. But next morning it too was dead. Not sure how, but discovered it was raccoons - of course.
We had neighbors up stairs - a young couple, good looking guy and a beautiful woman with a small child, a boy I think. One day she comes down tear stained and says her husband stole the kid and went to France. He was apparently French. She was broke up pretty bad, and the whole thing was a shocking concept at the time, unlike today where it is well documented in the media and called kidnapping. She I believe was a California girl, and don't think at the time, there was much she could do about it. Probably my first encounter with a really disgusting individual who he seemed so nice. Of course there are two sides to every story but still. Not sure as to whatever the upshot, but she moved.
The next upstairs neighbor was a woman in her twenties, sort of a washed-out blonde, OK looking but plain. Not sure she was a sex maniac, but she was sure noisy and would bring men home and scream. She practiced this operatic sexercise in the front room upstairs, so that it was not so bad for me and Jerry, but for Edwardo and Roxy, it must have been a noise nuisance, disturbing the peace and tranquillity. I must have had to make up some story for Psy if he happened to be spending the night with me.
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