Never with a word about it.
The first few times, I told myself it wasn’t worth making things awkward.
We’d lived next door to each other for six years.
Our kids had played together when they were younger.
We watered each other’s plants when someone traveled.
I’ll be honest.
Denise wasn’t a terrible neighbor.
She was just careless in a very specific way.
Anything she borrowed seemed to stop belonging to another person the second it crossed her doorway.
My ladder came back with dried mud all over the feet.
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