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

let into something new, not intrusively, just taking in the fact of it. The coffee maker. The dogs’ water bowls. The photograph of Marta and me from her trip to Bali, the one she had sent framed as a birthday gift the year before she went, before she went and brought back the wind chimes.

I showed her the retroactive permit section and walked her through continue reading …