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

ringing of some wind chimes, which can be sharp and carrying. These are gentle. They are the sound of a summer porch, or in November, a fall porch. I have always found them pleasant.

Claudia did not find them pleasant.

She came on a Thursday evening, again around seven-thirty, and stood on my porch and explained, carefully and with the precision of someone continue reading …