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

expecting conflict and had found accuracy instead.

I filed the letter and did not think much more about it.

On the first warm Saturday in April, I was on my deck with coffee and the dogs and the newspaper. Biscuit was lying in the first real sun of the year with the relaxed inevitability of a dog who has decided this is exactly the right place to be continue reading …