Oh, to be loved as Dennis Williams is loved!
A week or so ago on a Sunday afternoon, two women I don’t know knocked on my door.
They said they knew me, or at least knew me through my writing and somehow thought I could help them find their friend Dennis.
They knew enough about me to deduce that I owned my own home and searched the county property appraiser’s website to find my address so they could come and see me in person because they were that desperate to find their friend who was missing.