The Jones, the Nesbits, the Hunts, and the Carters. The Lawsons, the Millers and the Canes.  All the Grants, the Parsons and the Perkins. All gone.

Gone too are the Williams, the Taylors and the Kilgores. The Parkers, the Winsors, and that one lone Smith. They’re gone too. Every Last One.

Ol’ lady Lewis and her kin? Gone. The Quinns and the Greens next door to her? Gone to a man. It was man’s work and dirty work but at last my street is quiet and dark. Not a single porch light breaks the gloom.

Finally, finally I can rest.