THE GUY NEXT DOOR
Steve nods at me as if to say hi but just keeps walking, still talking with my friends, passing me, like I don’t matter at all.
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I’m sitting on my porch swing when I hear a car pull in the driveway next door. I keep my back to the house, hoping if I do, they’ll just disappear.
“Hola, Emily!” Brenda calls from next door. It’s not her fault her son is a jerk, so I figure I don’t have an excuse not to reply to her.