Can you imagine if Mrs. Johnson looked out below her bedroom window and saw Mr. B. working his way up the back wall of Collinwood?
I'm just trying to picture it, Mrs. Johnson opening and looking out the window at that precise moment, both of them confronting each other, Mrs. Johnson with her mouth, as usual, agape, her hands pressed against the sides of her face, Barnabas with an embarrassed smile, his eyes shifting from side to side as he tries to think of some sort-of explanation:
"Um, David's kite got stuck on the roof? No? Well, um, winter's not that far off and Willie's busy at the Old House doing some caulking, and the screens need to come down and the storm windows go up, so I thought I'd give a hand and.... No? Well, you see, Elizabeth was complaining that the TV reception is getting bad, and she wanted to watch
Gunsmoke, so I thought I'd check and see if the TV antenna on top of the tower was... No? Well, how about I've always had this interest in becoming one of those human flies, and they're building that John Hancock Tower in Chicago, so I thought I'd practice and... No? Oh, I've got it. You see, there's this...."
Gerard