"Hey Marcy, you ever been on Google maps?" Greg asked, sliding into a seat at the breakfast table and pulling my laptop toward him.
"I can't say that I ever have." I pushed the cup of coffee I had poured toward him.
Greg blindly fumbled for the coffee cup, his eyes fixed on the computer screen. "You can pretty much see anyplace in the world, just like you were driving a car down the street."
I nodded. The best thing to do when Greg went off on one of his tangents was just agree with him and ride it out. I took another sip of my coffee, brining it to my lips with both hands.
Greg fidgeted with computer and I watched as he clicked and clacked on the keys.
"I'm going to look up your house." He said.
I sighed and agreed with him. Besides it would be interesting to see. I watched as Greg typed in my address. I watched as he squinted, and his brow furrowed.
"Hey Marcy, did you ever have a white truck?"
"In the street view there's a white truck in your driveway."
"Hmmm," I said, walking to stand behind Gregs chair and look over his shoulder, "Must have been a visitor?"
Greg nodded, and studied the screen. "And the bush is missing too!"
"Weird," I said, puzzled.
"Maybe it's an old picture. Like from the previous owners?" Greg turned his head and looked at me.
"Impossible. We've been the only occupants of this house since it was built." I leaned in to study the picture closer. Yes it was definitely my house.
"Greg, the paint, it's a different color. And you are right, the bush is gone!"
Greg moved his head closer to the screen. "You're right! And the curtains are different. And the shingles- what the hell?"
I squinted. Staring at the picture on the computer. And then I dropped my coffee, the mug exploding on the floor. "Greg," I whispered, "Look at the face in the window."