My Neighbor Called the Cops on My Kids Because ‘Children Shouldn’t Be Screaming Outside’ – So I Went to War with Her

when she came back. His backpack was slung over one shoulder, and his eyes scanned the loading dock like he expected to be chased off.

Like he’d learned to be ready to run.

The boy stood close to Dorothy.

“This is… um,” Dorothy started.

“It’s okay,” I said, lowering myself so I wasn’t towering over him. “Hi. My name is Dana.”

He nodded. “Hi. I’m Eli.”

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