Dana caught me at my car.

She came running across the street in her bright pink jacket and sleek black leggings, her ponytail swinging in the sun.

“Have you seen?”

“Have I seen what?” I asked, balancing a travel mug atop my mail as I tried to open the car door.

She got up close enough for me to see the sweat glistening on her upper lip and whispered, “Jake’s home from college.”

I tried not to roll my eyes. This woman had too much time on her hands.

“I didn’t even realize he was old enough to be in college,” I said dismissively. “Sorry, Dana, I have to go — ”

“But you live next door!” she said, grabbing my wrist and refusing to let the matter drop.

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