“It’s gonna be a hot one,” says my neighbor from her yard. She leans on the handle of a garden tool that ends in finger-like claws. I’m pushing my pink bike past her up the hill. Biking by her immaculate mobile…
“It’s gonna be a hot one,” says my neighbor from her yard. She leans on the handle of a garden tool that ends in finger-like claws. I’m pushing my pink bike past her up the hill. Biking by her immaculate mobile…