Strongly Suggestive

 

That peacefulness along Beacon Cove was strongly suggestive. There was no mistake. Since the development thirty-five years ago it had been the same. Almost never pedestrian traffic. Occasional dog walkers, most prominent the late middle-aged men waiting on the ends of leashes on dawdling house pets. Across all the tower balconies over the years and low rise on the other side, there may have been appearances a handful of times—briefest glimpse of moving figures; never sitting. On the beachfront it may have been different, but those prospects soon wore away everywhere. Neat kerbside plantings, clipped lawns, stretched, taut silence. Strongly suggestive of those other wide yards peopled only sporadically, Mothers’ Days & Easter. Designated grave-cleaning days did not appear on western calendars. There may have been 30%, or possibly more, price differential between water and even this strip one block back.