"God, no! You wouldn't want a lock lit than ashed. That's what I
mean. No, this was a house over on Maple. Properly closed for the
winter. I went through a window on the ground floor. Wandered around
awhile. Somebody saw my flashlight through the living-room window."
"But why? What were you doing? Stealing?"
"Good thing I wasn't, or I wouldn't have gotten off with just a
warning. No matter how many cops my dad knew. No, that was the weird
part. I didn't go there to steal.
"When they got there- the cops, I mean- I'd just been sitting in the
living room, in this big old easy chair, wondering what the people were
like. And smoking a cigarette. I'd almost forgotten that. I guess I
did steal something. The cigarette. From a tired old pack on the
kitchen table."
We walked to the car and I thought about it. I hadn't thought about it
for years And I'm not sure I'd ever asked myself exactly what the
point had been.
"I don't know why. It was exciting. I liked it. Hiked invading their
privacy. I looked through all the drawers upstairs, but they were
mostly empty. There were some clothes in the closet. I looked through
them. I didn't know the people at all, but being in the house gave me
the feeling that I did. I liked that. That's why I was sitting in
that chair. Just thinking about them. I could almost hear their
voices.
"I have this fantasy. I'm in the city, Portland maybe. Whatever. And
I see this girl on the street. She's very attractive, so I follow her.
I follow her for days, get to know everything she does and everywhere
she goes. But she never sees me. I get to know her completely without
her ever knowing me. And then when I think I've got her completely
down cold, I go away and never come back. Like leaving a lover. She
never even knows I was there."
v oy g u r I s m.
"Sure. I get to be with her, know her, even care about her a little,
but I never have to do anything . I'm completely .. . aloof. At the
same time I'm completely committed to her, obsessive even. It's all I
do for days. You see?"
"I think so"