When I began my years at seminary, we lived in an apartment complex. We were on the first floor and there was one above us. Back then, we were not as committed to neighborhood life as we are today, so we didn’t know our neighbors. Plus, we were young and active, so we weren’t really there much, except to sleep and study.
One night, we heard some loud banging noises above us that sounded like someone was playing football. We could hear muffled screams. We called the police and then went outside. The yelling was louder and we were now afraid for someone’s safety. The couple that lived above us didn’t have kids and he was a music leader at a church in town. They were televangelist-types. Always dressed to the nines, she with big hair and he in suits and cuff-links (not sure why I remember the cuff-links).
The police arrived and went upstairs. We went back in and could hear the mumbling conversation through the ceiling. The police didn’t take anyone away that night, but apparently the verbal abuse had lead to physical confrontation. SHE was beating him up!
Reading through the first few chapters this week, I couldn’t help but remember this event. As Matt’s neighbors fight and he walks over to find her leaving with their child, the man stands in the doorway watching his family leave him. According to her, he was a monster. In our neighborhoods, we just never know for sure what is behind closed doors until we reach out and reach into their lives. We may have monsters living next to us.
When we discover that there might be a werewolf next door, do we plan to kill, like Borut, or do we plan to rescue and recover like Culbetron. Maybe you have felt the same sort of compassion that Matt felt as the wolf stood on top of him.
So, are you enjoying the book yet? I am not a huge fan of monster movies, so I have to admit that it took me a while to jump in. I even went back and reread chapter one after reading chapter five. I now have an affinity for Luther and am intrigued by Lara. Let’s see how it goes. Thoughts?