"Mr. Hanstark," Mrs. Nest called.
Hanstark turned and saw her standing next to the automatic washing machine. "Yes?"
"Please be careful."
Hanstark smiled. "I shall be, Mrs. Nest."
He walked out the door and down three concrete steps. Looking a little to his right, he saw a man squatted on his heels. He walked up to the man. "You are Mr. Christopher Nest?"
The man looked up and stared for a moment at Hanstark. "Yep," he answered. Then he turned and stared at the grass again.
"And may I ask you what you are doing?"
Nest answered without looking up. "Guardin' the pass."
Hanstark scribbled something in his notebook. "And why are you guarding the pass?"
Nest rose to his feet and stared down at Hanstark. "Just what are you askin' all of these questions for, stranger?"