She was a sitcom quality neighbor. Her laughter passed walls, hedges, driveways, and entered our house every night…and we didn’t even have to let her in. Her hair was a massive tree of curls, every branch reaching a different direction, trying to capture the whole of the sun. Her hair tree succeeded. It was jet black. One day, her tree of jet black hair caught a Japanese beetle. I was in the back seat of her van, watching her drive […]

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