My Neighbor s Daughter
From where I sit in the entertainment section of my large second story bedroom I can see the beautiful Sunday morning sky—it’s a kite-flying sky, clear, even a bit crisp, painfully blue. The French doors are splayed open with a resplendent view of the neatly trimmed, well tended municipal park, with its puffy green clouds of honeysuckle, and formidable walls of hedges that box in several winding, weaving bone colored walking trails, all soldiered by large, heavy topped oaks. A dog barks, three...