I was unpacking boxes when Steven told me about the weird neighbor.

“She was telling me what we could and couldn’t do, all kinds of crazy stuff,” he said as he stuffed bubble wrap into an overflowing garbage bag. “This neighborhood doesn’t even have an HOA.”

“Like what?” I asked, distracted by the dishes I’d unwrapped.

“She said we couldn’t leave the house after sundown on a full moon.”

I turned to Steven. “You’re kidding.”

He shook his head. “Dead serious. She said our place was vacant because the previous tenants ignored the rule.”

“That’s sad,” I said, sliding a plate onto a shelf. “I hope she gets some help.”

I wish we had listened when we had the chance.

Have a great (and hopefully spooky) weekend — more next week. OKAY, BYE! 🖤