“For Weeks I Complained To My Neighbor About Someone Stealing My Deliveries — Then She Opened Her Front Door Wearing The Exact Pink Satin Dress I’d Ordered For A Work Party And Said, ‘Oh, No. This Is Just My Nightgown.’”

She’d spent three months filing claims for packages that vanished or arrived resealed, venting to the one neighbor who always seemed to sympathize. Then a work dress disappeared straight off her porch two hours after being marked delivered — and the woman she’d been complaining to answered her own door wearing it.

“Denise, Where Did You Get That?”
“Denise, where did you get that?” She looked down at the pink slip dress she had on, then back at me. “This?” My mouth had gone dry. Soft pink satin, black lace along the neckline and hem, thin straps — the exact dress I’d ordered for a work party, the one marked delivered to my porch two hours earlier.