My Neighbor Dug Holes in His Backyard Every Weekend – Then the Police Suddenly Arrived One Morning

was rough. Men argued outside my window at two in the morning, sirens were constant, and the convenience store on the corner had once been robbed.

That was where I first saw Linda.

She sat outside the store almost every evening on a milk crate near the vending machine. She had a weathered coat, silver-threaded hair that badly needed brushing, and a paperback continue reading …