Three weeks ago, they moved in. Since then, we’ve only exchanged waves.
Their second night here, I was gardening at dusk, and noticed their driveway overflowing. Guests walked in wearing various disguises: top hats, opera masks, sombreros…
The neighbors must be theatre enthusiasts.
But then commotion came seeping out from their foggy windows. It wasn’t the laughing and screaming of typical parties. No, these noises made my cheeks match the tomatoes I was harvesting. I’ve since adjusted my gardening schedule, as these “parties” occur almost daily.
Though, this morning, I found a scuba helmet on my doorstep, a note attached.
“Come join us!”
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