Standing in the en suite bathroom detangling her hair, Sarah calls out to the man laying on her bed still trying to catch his breath.
– “Honey? That wall between our houses, don’t you think we should tear it down? It’s just so ridiculous you having to go all that way down to where our roads meet to get here.”
– “Tear it down? Oh I don’t know,” he replied. “Maybe just punch a hole and make a gate in it. We won’t live like this forever, after all, and whoever moves in next, to either of these houses, might not get along quite as well as we do.”
– “Oh, I’m sure they wouldn’t,” she replies with a laugh, returning to the bed to get her hair tangled up all over again. “I don’t think anybody could.”
Their houses were almost back to back, with only about six yards distance between the buildings. The back doors could have provided them with easy access to each others’ homes, safe from the prying eyes of their seriously nosy and gossipy neighbors. Right in the middle of that six yards, though, there was a brick wall too high to climb over.
It was a strange wall. None of the neighbors had anything like it. It was built from red brick, while the houses were of wood. It ran a straight line the exact length of their lots. Its sole purpose seemed to be to separate these two houses from each other, yet it had already stood there a century before the neighborhood was built.
Getting permission from the zoning commission to put a gate in the wall was a nightmare. Two months into the process, they regretted not having just punched that hole in the middle of the night,put in a gate, and asked for permission later. Six months into a debate on the historical significance of a wall originally built in the middle of nowhere, they wished they’d dynamited the whole thing.
As for keeping things quiet from the nosy neighbors, well, no hope of that. Every single person in the neighborhood had to be asked their opinion on putting a gate into that “historic wall” between their two houses. Fortunately by this time, their respective divorces had come through, and it was no longer quite so imperative to keep their relationship a secret.
Their romance had nothing to do with why their marriages had fallen apart. In fact, they’d never even looked at each other twice until after the divorces had been applied for. Neither of them wanted to give any food for the gossip mill, though. And neither wanted to be falsely accused of adultery until the divorce settlements were final. And so they had snuck around at night to avoid their neighbors’ prying eyes. And so they had come up with the gate in the first place.
By the time the permission came, they were already looking for a house where they could live together. By now, the gate had more symbolic meaning than actual practical importance. They would not be needing it long. Yet victory over the zoning commission, and over the worst history nuts in neighborhood, was something to celebrate.
They hired a good construction company to take out just enough bricks to make room for a beautiful cast iron gate. When it was finished, they would step through it together.
The day the gate was done, they held a small party at his house, for just their closest friends. Good food, good wine, good friends, and countless jokes about what they’d be doing now they had easy access to each other’s homes.
When all the guests had gone, they walked to the wall, arm in arm, just the two of them.They would spend the night at her house, and clean up after the party in the morning, or quite possibly in the afternoon, when they woke up.
A little drunk from all that good wine, they paused before the gate, giggling. She looked at it and spoke in the most solemn voice that she could muster: “As we step through this gate together, may it portend the beginning of a Grand Adventure! A lifetime shared by the two of us, so full of every happiness, and all sorts of wonderful things, quite beyond our wildest dreams.”
– “Beautifully said, Sarah,” he spoke, looking deep into her eyes.
– “Oh I thought so myself as well,” she replied with a laugh.
They kissed. Then took hands and he opened the gate. They stepped through together.
And disappeared.
One hundred and forty five years earlier, an extremely wealthy, eccentric old man, ordered a brick wall to be built, right in the middle of nowhere.