The Quiet Couple Next Door Never Had a Single Visitor. Then a Van Came at Dawn.

The Hales were the best neighbors I ever had, which should have been the first clue. In my experience good neighbors have some friction to them -- a barking dog, an opinion about your hedges, something. The Hales had nothing. They were quiet, tidy, unfailingly polite, and utterly without edges, and for four years I did not think about them at all, which, I now understand, was precisely the point.

Ron and Carol Hale, mid-fifties, no children they ever mentioned, no visitors we ever saw. They took in their trash cans promptly. They kept the blinds half-closed. Carol gardened in the front in a sun hat and would exchange exactly the number of pleasant words required by the situation and not one more. Ron drove a gray sedan to a job he described, when pressed, as consulting, a word that means everything and nothing. They were, in the language of my street, private, which we usually say with suspicion. About the Hales we said it with relief. They were easy. They asked nothing. They gave a neighborhood the one thing a neighborhood secretly craves, which is to be left alone.

In four years no one came to their house. That is the detail I kept circling back to later. Not a relative at the holidays, not a friend for dinner, not a repairman I could recall. Packages arrived and were taken in fast. The Hales existed in a kind of sealed bubble two feet from my property line, and I mistook that sealing for good manners.

The van came on a Tuesday in October, before six, when the street was still dark. I only saw it because I am an old man who no longer sleeps well and I was standing at my kitchen window with coffee I should not have been drinking. It was unmarked, white, and it did not so much park as arrive, and three or four people got out of it moving with the unhurried certainty of people who do this for a living. They went to the Hales' door. It opened before they knocked, which meant the Hales were awake and waiting, which meant the Hales had known this morning was coming.

They were not arrested. I want to be clear, because that was my first assumption and it was wrong. There were no handcuffs, no raised voices, no lights. It was the opposite of a raid. It was quiet and organized and almost gentle, and within about ninety minutes the Hales and two suitcases each were in that van and the van was gone and the house was empty and it has, in a certain sense, been empty of them ever since, because they took even the fact of themselves with them.