appeared that afternoon, shrugged, and said she’d been asleep.
So the following Monday, when she parked there again, I didn’t argue. I poured myself a second coffee and waited. By noon, thirty cars had filled my driveway and the gravel lane behind it. Roberta came outside in her robe, furious. “Move them!” she demanded. I calmly shook my head. “I can’t.continue reading …
