My Neighbor Called the City Over My Fence, but the Inspection Ended With Her in Tears

a few weeks earlier. We had exchanged brief acknowledgments across our driveways twice, the nod-and-wave that signals we have reached the neutral zone, but nothing more.

She held out the plate.

“I made too many cookies,” she said.

The plate had a dozen or so chocolate chip cookies on it, homemade from the smell of them, properly sized, not the thin commercial continue reading …