But all that had been said years and years ago. These days most of the residents of Sherman Way didn’t even know what their own names were, much less their neighbors’.The assessment of the six neighbors was wrong about everything concerning the property except for one thing. It really was the prettiest street, but Sherman Way wasn’t really a street, it was a road that surrounded thirty acres. Retired professor Simon Jordan no longer lived at 911 Sherman Way. Retired professor Simon Jordan was dead. Five years earlier, the professor had gone to France to a symposium as a guest speaker. He died on a lonely country road in a fiery car crash with no credentials remaining to identify him. Even his dentures had melted. He had been buried in a small local cemetery by a caring vicar and a group of Good Samaritans. His simple marker said, One of God’s Children.The six dotty neighbors never knew this, because at one point, retired professor Simon Jordan did return to take up residence. Those same dotty neighbors considered Simon Jordan a whippersnapper, saying he was only sixty-six years old.
