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

know that now.”

We sat for a moment. Outside the window, Biscuit had settled onto the back porch in a square of midday sun with the complete commitment of a dog who has found the ideal spot and intends to defend it.

“The wind chimes,” she said. “They genuinely don’t bother me. I was looking for something to raise.”

I had known this. I did not say I had continue reading …