I should’ve turned around and gone back into the house as soon as I saw him. That would’ve been really silly since he’d already spotted me.
Eugeena Patterson, what’s wrong with you? Get it together, woman.
I took a peek at my neighbor again. A quiver started in my stomach as I walked down the stone pathway in front of my home. The change of life had already paid a visit so I certainly couldn’t blame my hormones for making my knees turn to jelly. More than likely my anxiousness had to do with being a widow almost three years. The loneliness of my home, once occupied by a family of five, had grown claustrophobic. Being officially retired, only a few days ago, after thirty years of service as a social studies teacher didn’t help matters. All this free time on my hands made me act peculiar. I couldn’t believe that at my age, with three grown children and now three