The downside to this manicured suburban perfection was the rules and regulations set down by the homeowners’ association. You could not paint your house – or even your mailbox – certain colors, or have an old car up on blocks outside to work on. You’d get in trouble for neglecting your landscaping. He hadn’t mowed the lawn in weeks, and loved the wildflowers that grew there now. He lay in the grass, invisible from the house. His wife called him, but he lay still in the grass, imagining that he had become part of it and was home at last.