There are two condos, side by side, overlooking a field where Little Leaguers play. One porch blooms with white petunias, pumpkins and pilgrims, wreaths, Santas, white glowing lights. Soon bats and helmets will spill from that porch and onto his drive, cluttered with skateboards and bikes. Sean, quiet, shy, in his late 30s, will park in the street on those evenings.
Sean’s job is to take care of both properties which his ex-father-in-law owns. And he does his job to do the job of raising his two young sons who live next door with their mother and her third husband.