The county ordered my 79-year-old father to tear out half the vegetable garden he had spent his entire life tending. Our wealthy new neighbor had complained that it was an eyesore ruining his expensive view. Dad didn’t argue. Instead, he asked the inspector to return Saturday at six in the morning.
When twenty-three cars began arriving through the fog, our neighbor watched from his balcony with a smug expression. But the moment an elderly woman stepped out of the final vehicle, his face turned white. He dropped his coffee cup and whispered, “Mom?”
The trouble began with an official letter on a Tuesday morning.
I was washing my father’s coffee pot when I heard him open the envelope. Normally, Dad had something to say about everything, even the weather. But this time, he fell completely silent.
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When I turned around, he was seated at the kitchen table, staring at a letter through his reading glasses.
