Neighbors

We were just about getting fed up with the remodeling project. It seemed like the kitchen had been torn up for about a year, while we stepped over and around various bits of construction debris. We were so sick of not having home cooked meals, and the money spent on dinners out probably accounted for about a quarter of our overall expense for wanting a nicer, homier kitchen. Our neighbors, the Pattersons, had taken pity on us, inviting us over for dinner, but after awhile, that was noticeably wearing on them. Unfortunately, the damned contractor had somehow managed to unplug our refrigerator in the morning, and when we got home around eight that night, the contents were lukewarm. So, we had to go begging again, hoping that our neighbors were even home.

We felt braver with both of us going hat in hand, so there went Melissa