Jerry's Sudden Death & Frankie's Move-In

Yes, this story began in January 2012. Jerry was a nice, quite, and gentle old man and I lived in the house next to him. He always wished to make his backyard into a nice Japanese garden. He once asked me to check his power line because he suddenly had no power. I did and changed the fuse box for him. Jerry didn't have enough money and I refused to take any money from him. Jerry wanted to show me his appreciation. When it snowed, he shoveled and cleaned up the snow for me. It was really nice of him. One day in January a young man named George moved into Jerry's house. I thought Jerry had a visitor. It was a Saturday morning. I saw Jerry coming back from a walk. He waved his hand and smiled at me. Sunday morning an ambulance suddenly came for Jerry. I went out and asked what was happening. George said, "Jerry wants to die!" I didn't get it. Just one day before I saw Jerry looked fine and okay. Why did he suddenly want to die? On that night, George knocked all the neighbors' house and announced Jerry was gone. George claimed to the neighbors that he was Jerry's nephew and started to live with Frankie Walton in Jerry's house. Hmm... as a writer, I'm not convinced that Jerry suddenly died from heart attack, just 2 days after George moved in. But what should I do? Of course, I was sometimes bothered by it. On Christmas day Jerry had opened the bathroom window and given me some herb seeds as a Christmas gift. I still remember his gentle smile and felt uncomfortable due to my paranoid(?) suspicion - what if Jerry was murdered? Am I doing the right thing now by doing nothing? Anyway... back to Frankie. Frankie Walton started to live there after Jerry died.

Jerry loved this miniature rose I gave him for Christmas.