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| Neighbors |
A family finally moved into the house across the street. The
previous owner was a single guy who bought the house two years ago, planning to
marry someone with kids. Those plans fell through. The result was a poorly kept
yard with a statue of St. Francis that bothered me more than I like to admit,
and a mostly empty house that took a long time to sell. Now, there are
kids, one in 5
th grade like my 5
th grader, and one
younger, and the parents are about my age. Knowing how miserable I felt when I
moved here, I baked some blondies with the kids and brought them over to them
when they moved in. Then, the first day of school, when the mom, let’s call her
Lulu, cried when her children boarded the bus, I invited her over for tea. I felt all “I did a mitzvah” for
inviting her, while also thinking that I didn't want to be
too
friendly. Because. Uh. Because maybe being friends with the neighbor across the street is just too "The Dick Van Dyke Show" and could get awkward.
