Shortly after Terry and I were married, we rented a house located on West Walnut Street, in Springfield. It had two bedrooms, a living room, and a nice sized dining room and kitchen. Using my dad's pickup, Terry and his brother Richard moved the furniture and things, and all was well. What wasn't well, the lady who lived in the house to the east stood at her window, observing everything we did. The house we rented didn't have any curtains, so it was easy for this lady to see into our living room and dining room. Let me tell you, the first thing I did was to hang sheets over those windows, followed by making curtains.
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