Talking to Strangers

In much the same vein, no one who knows me would ever believe I got inspiration from my best friend's favorite television star.

Once back home, I did the unthinkable: I called Colleen's ex. Not the safest thing to do, as I might hurt Colleen in the process, I realized, hating to think of that possibility. I would never hurt her, and I really hoped that my phone call wouldn't have that effect. It is strange how when you are friends with someone, their significant other becomes like a conditional friend. As soon as they break up, it's almost as if you have to break up with the other person too, just in a smaller way.

I was nervous about calling him. While I was afraid of maybe betraying Colleen by this call, I had a feeling that perhaps he could remember something useful for my house history search.

Tom was receptive, and after I told him the names of the owners, he remarked, "I know his brother!"

"Him? Who?"

"That guy..." He remarked, making note of the last owner.

Tom went on to explain that his father, a lawyer, had helped the man with his will. As a promising law student, he had put some time in at the office, trying to learn as much as he could. He told me he would think about it and call me back in an hour with more information. He kept his word.