He continued to glance at me now and again, see if I was seeing him, which obviously I was, seeing him see me. He threw his jacket over the mountain of neatly folded clothes in the largest laundry basket I've ever seen. I was loading my wash into a dryer at that point, but when I looked up, he was standing outside next to the yellow truck, staring at me. The yellow truck was his? I grinned, he smiled back, got in and drove away. The yellow truck was the only pic I'd taken yesterday.