My neighbor had been parking her junk-filled car in my driveway for months. I was furious until I spotted something familiar in the back seat. When I confronted her, she went pale and begged me not to tell her husband.
“You have to promise me you won’t tell my husband.”
Denise stood beside her red sedan, staring at the pavement.
Through the rear window, I could see my son’s green dinosaur hoodie lying on a cardboard box.
“Tell him what?” I asked. “That you’ve been digging through our trash?”
She flinched.
“Please, Manny. It’s not what you think.”
“Then explain it.”
She glanced toward her house.
“They’re for my granddaughter.”
I looked at the hoodie, then at the pink stuffed rabbit underneath it.
“Your granddaughter?”
Denise nodded.
“How old is she?”
“Almost four.”
“And you need my son’s old hoodie for a four-year-old girl?”
“I thought she might grow into it.”
“Does she even like dinosaurs?”
Denise opened her mouth, then closed it.
“Denise?”
“I don’t know.”
“How can you not know?”
She rubbed her hands together.
“I’ve never met her.”
I stared at her.
“You’ve never met your own granddaughter?”
“My daughter and I don’t speak anymore.”
For three months, I’d been arguing with Denise about her car.
Now, I was discovering that she’d been collecting my children’s discarded belongings for a little girl she didn’t even know.
“Why doesn’t your daughter speak to you?”
“We had a disagreement. Things got complicated.”
“What kind of disagreement?”
“About the house.”
I glanced at the sedan.
“Your stuff?”
Her expression hardened.
“I spent years buying nice things for my daughter. Clothes, furniture, toys. Whatever she wanted.”
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