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

just the brown woody tendrils now, but you could imagine what it looked like in June or July, the whole thing covered in purple or white flowers, a proper garden feature.

“I’m sorry about the arbor,” I said. And I meant it.

She turned to look at me. The look she gave me was not any look I had seen from her before. In the months since she had moved in,continue reading …