Our Meddling Neighbor Got Our Cars Towed from Our Own Driveway—She Paid a Great Price in Return

There stood a woman in a pastel pink cardigan, a matching headband, and white capri pants. Her smile was bright, but her eyes? Way too busy for someone handing out baked goods.

“Hi there!” she said, voice high and chirpy. “I’m Lindsey. I live right across the street. Just wanted to stop by and say hello!”

She held out a tray of cookies. They were chocolate chip. Perfect rows. Not a crumb out of place.

“Well, thank you,” I said, taking the tray. “That’s very kind.”

Jack gave her a lazy wave. “Appreciate it.”

Her smile didn’t budge, but her eyes kept flicking behind us. Over my shoulder. Then over Jack’s.

She leaned slightly, like she was trying to peek inside.

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