Babs Benton
Babs Benton By ZeDD "Hi, Mrs. Benton," I called as I walked past. I've seen her a half dozen times and talked with her once, just enough to have introduced myself as she was new to the neighborhood, but other than that I didn't know much else about her. I assumed she was married for some reason because most women in their early thirties were married, but hadn't seen anyone else so maybe she was single, or divorced. She looked up from her flower garden, her dirt covered gloves...