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

“Enjoy them!” she chirped. “And don’t worry, I’m sure you’ll settle in just fine.”

We closed the door.

“That was a lot,” Jack said.

“She looked past me like she expected to see a drug deal going down in the kitchen,” I said, setting the tray on the counter.

“Bet she memorized our license plates already.”

“Let her. It’s not like we’re breaking laws. Just an overenthusiastic neighbor with too much time.”

Jack shrugged. “Cookies smell good though.”

Three days later, I woke up to a strange noise outside. It was early. Still dark. That cold, gray hour before sunrise.

Clank. Clank. Whirrr.

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