Jason POV
Great, I sigh inwardly when I see my neighbour’s curtain move. Just what I needed - a conversation with Mrs Miller. She is your typical stereotypical nosy, busybody. And if she has her sights on you, you are done.
Reluctantly I get out of the car. If my mother had not raised me to be polite, I would have reversed out of the driveway and headed to the North Pole or something.
“Yooo-hooo, Jay-Jay,” Mrs Miller shouts, running towards me on her short, chubby legs.
“Hello, Mrs Miller,” I plastered a polite smile on my face. “How are you?”
“Oh, you know me,” she smiles while gently pressing her curls into place. “I don’t complain even though my hip is killing me.”
“I know,” I keep my smile, but I am cringing on the inside.
“Anyway,” she continues. “I just want to know if Carina
