However, that afternoon the doorbell rang and it was Garner Bolt, a neighbor from home, complaining that everyone in the street was worried that Macon had die, seeing all the mail piled up in side the door, not knowing what to think.
'So I brought your mail around to your sister's, to ask if she knew where you were. I promised your friend I'd find out.'
'What friend?' macom ask
'Thin little lady with a lot of hair. Saw her standing on your porch, knocking at the door. Pointy height-heeled shoes.'
Macon thought for a moment. 'The dog lady,' he said 'Jesus.'
Garner finally left, having tole Macon hoe to get back with Sarah and save his marriage. Macon made no reply to any of this advice. He'd noticed lately that he had stopped missing Sarah. He began to wonder what had happened to the twenty years of his marriage, and that evening, as he sat at the table with his sister and brothers, he had a sudden cold shock of fear. Here they all were, playing the same old card game they had played as children. Had anything really changed in thirty years?