My neighbor had been parking her junk-filled car in my driveway for months. I was furious until I spotted something familiar in the back seat. When I confronted her, she went pale and begged me not to tell her husband.
“You have to promise me you won’t tell my husband.”
Denise stood beside her red sedan, staring at the pavement.
Through the rear window, I could see my son’s green dinosaur hoodie lying on a cardboard box.
“Tell him what?” I asked. “That you’ve been digging through our trash?”
She flinched.
“Please, Manny. It’s not what you think.”
She glanced toward her house.
“They’re for my granddaughter.”
I looked at the hoodie, then at the pink stuffed rabbit underneath it.
“Your granddaughter?”
Denise nodded.
“How old is she?”
“And you need my son’s old hoodie for a four-year-old girl?”
“I thought she might grow into it.”
“Does she even like dinosaurs?”
Denise opened her mouth, then closed it.
“Denise?”
“I don’t know.”
She rubbed her hands together.
“I’ve never met her.”
I stared at her.
“You’ve never met your own granddaughter?”
“My daughter and I don’t speak anymore.”
For three months, I’d been arguing with Denise about her car.
“Why doesn’t your daughter speak to you?”
“We had a disagreement. Things got complicated.”
“What kind of disagreement?”
“About the house.”
I glanced at the sedan.
“Your stuff?”
“I spent years buying nice things for my daughter. Clothes, furniture, toys. Whatever she wanted.”
“And now?”
“Now she won’t even let me meet her little girl.”
Her eyes filled with tears.
I felt sorry for her, but that didn’t excuse what she’d done.
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