I had fifteen minutes left, I realized as I rushed to my front door. I assumed no one was observing, so I hurried toward the open window. The fact that no one was watching me peek over the ledge pleased me.
Their living space was the same as everyone else’s. Mike held a high-end camera and turned his back on me. Jill turned and smiled subtly at him. A fleeting flash of motion on the edge of the room caught my eye. I was completely focused on Mike. I was breathless when his wife exclaimed, “Someone’s there!” as our eyes met. Someone is peering inside!
No, no, no! I thought about it. This isn’t achievable!
I ran back to my house and locked the door, my heart pounding. For what reason was I thinking this? Why did I peep inside their home? Had I offended them in any way? I assumed they would contact the police.
The next day, there was a knock at my door, breaking the silence. My stomach turned as I glanced through the peephole. It was Mike. He opened an envelope he was holding and took out a picture. My photo. “Want more details?” he asked, seeming to find it funny.
Embarrassed, I acknowledged. To my surprise, Mike smiled and said he loved Jill so much that he took a picture of her every day, inviting me to come visit. After that day, I never again looked out the window, and I appreciated their charming tradition.
