Old Patrick kept the house in shipshape order. The blue shutters and railings reminded him of the sea, and the flowers cheered him on a rainy day.
People stopped to admire his place, even taking pictures with their cell phones. Never occurred to them to get his permission.
Neat and orderly, a place for everything. Until one day he lost his jacket. Not in the appropriate closet, not anywhere.
To his utter dismay, he found it when he went down the front steps, hanging on the railing post. Right where he’d left it.
But he couldn’t remember leaving it there.