Moving In

by Susannah Hart

He was an unwilling tenant in his new lodgings.
He didn’t say as much, but it cost us a lot of grief
to get him comfortably installed. I was worried
about the location. The neighbours were all
much older than him, though Barbara on the left
looked likely to be kindly and William over the way
seemed, from what little we could see, dependable
and solid. The view was some small consolation:
gossipy trees and heaps and heaps of easy
cheerful flowers. I didn’t like to leave him among
strangers, but, deft-handed, you manoeuvred me
away, insisting hopelessly that he would seem
much more at home once the headstone was up.