Gemotions

He’d gone to the wrong door. He'd been delivering pizzas, and had accidentally knocked on the wrong house. When the door opened, he looked directly at a collection of priceless antiquities. A gasp escaped his lips. The place was more of a museum.

He stepped back, stammering an apology. The man who opened the door, Mr. Abernathy, looked at him strangely, but just smiled and took the pizzas.

Back in his car, he was in a daze. He felt a profound sense of bewilderment. He'd lived next to the guy for five years and never knew. He gripped the steering wheel, his knuckles white. He didn’t think he’d ever be able to look at his neighbor the same way again.