It’s like she brought out the best in me, but I brought out the worst in her.
Ihave given up on things like dignity and self-respect and am spying on the Whites from the safety of the porch.
Not like with binoculars or anything, it actually looks very legit. I set Shim-Shim up with some chalk, and I’m industriously coloring a huge smiley face with him. The new grey skirt I sewed with Judy is covered in yellow chalk dust, but I don’t care.
I stand up and make a big show of clapping my hands together to clean them while peering surreptitiously over at the brownstone across the street. All quiet. Then their door bangs open and the three boys come piling out.
I wrinkle my nose. Not because they’re not adorable, just because, well, brothers. Nuff said.
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