I let her behave that way.
After Steve died, I had no energy for neighborhood conflict.
Grief already took enough from me.
Raising four children alone took the rest.
So whenever Marlene complained, I nodded.
Smiled.
Apologized when I had nothing to apologize for.
I convinced myself keeping the peace was cheaper than fighting.
Then one of my daughters climbed out of the pool and noticed Marlene watching.
“Mommy?”
“Yes?”
“Is that lady mad again?”
I wrapped a towel around her.
“Don’t worry about her.”
“She always looks angry.”
I smiled.
“Some people carry around more frowns than other people.”
My daughter giggled.
“That doesn’t mean we have to carry them for her.”
She ran back toward her siblings.
But when I looked toward Marlene’s house again—
she was still there.
Watching.
