My dead aunt’s dead Toyota leaves the premises! That’s Freddie, of course, whom I took an instant liking to. Freddie talks like no one I have ever met before, and I have been around. One could easily feel at home here up in backwoods Maine. Not for the mosquitoes, but the people. Freddie doesn’t know it, but he made a friend.
[Actually, that might not be Freddie, I just assumed he was. But he’ll always be Freddie to me!]