There is a big, burly construction man digging a hole and chipping away at my neighbor’s concrete patio while singing “Total Eclipse of the Heart” at the top of his lungs and it may be the greatest thing in the world.
“COMING! ” molly called as the sound of a knock on her door echoed throughout the small apartment. the bright smile she wore faded as she threw open the door, the sight of a familiar face darkening her mood. “ what are YOU doing here? ”