We had been neighbors long enough that saying no always felt awkward.
Our kids had played together when they were little.
We took in each other’s mail during vacations.
We watered plants.
We waved from our driveways.
She wasn’t a terrible person.
That almost made it harder.
She was just the kind of person who seemed to forget that borrowed things still belonged to somebody else.
Then one Tuesday afternoon, she knocked on my door.
“Please tell me you have a stand mixer.”Discover Stand Mixers
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