Run out the door, down the driveway turn left. Am going to say goodbye to the neighborhood that has been my family’s world for the past 21 years.
It is the first bona fide over 80 degree day of the year. 6:30 in the evening. Too hot for Nala. Cross the street, and head into the next subdivision. A man is power washing his driveway. A familiar car goes by – ex-husband and his wife. They turn at the next street. We live close by.
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