Neighbors Thought He Was Hoarding Old Windows, Until They Saw What He Built

The Neighbors Talk

It was not long before the rest of Mercer Lane began to whisper, too. People compared notes on the trucks, the chained gate, and Frank’s cold silence. “What kind of man hauls in glass in the middle of the night?” one asked. Nobody had an answer, and the not-knowing only fed into the gossip even more.