My | Neighbor-s Son Part 1 - Jack Radley Rafael...

I know this because I was doing the same thing.

For three days, I caught glimpses. A tall boy with messy dark curls, always in a faded gray hoodie. He never waved. Never smiled. He just sat on their back steps, sharpening a pocket knife against a whetstone, over and over. Weird , I thought. Stay away. My Neighbor-s Son PART 1 - Jack Radley Rafael...

My name is Lena, and I had just turned seventeen. I lived at 42 Maple Street, in the kind of quiet suburban neighborhood where the biggest crime was Mrs. Gable letting her roses choke the sidewalk. The house next door, number 44, had been empty for three years—ever since the old Rafferty woman went to a nursing home. Weeds took over the lawn. The porch swing rusted. I’d grown used to the silence. I know this because I was doing the same thing

That’s when I saw him.

“You’re the girl from 42,” he said. His voice was low, rougher than I expected. “The one who pretends not to stare.” He never waved

Here is of the story. My Neighbor’s Son Part 1: Jack Radley Rafael The first time I saw Jack Radley Rafael, he was climbing out of his own bedroom window at two in the morning.