A Quiet Nighttime Pool Routine Became a Lesson in Neighborly Understanding

side of the wooden slats, stood their son.

He looked about twelve years old.

He wasn’t climbing.

He wasn’t trying to sneak into our yard.

He wasn’t calling out or making noise.

He was just standing very still, as if he were trying to take up as little space as possible.

In his hands was a folded piece of paper.

He pressed it carefully against the fence, holding continue reading …