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Anton’s Odor Offends
A gray-haired elderly woman cried “Shut up already!” as she rolled her trash bin to the street.
Imagine that cranky old guy from the cartoon strips. The one who hollers “Get off my lawn” and waves his cane at the neighborhood children innocently retrieving their baseball.
Now make that grumpy, antisocial, child-hating caricature of a human being a woman, and that was Nosy Neighbor Number One.
Because of her screeching—much less melodic than the grumblings of my hound—we’d be joined by her accomplices in short order. I expected Nosy Neighbors Two through Five at any moment.
“You get Boone geared up, and I’ll handle that.” Alex tipped his head in the direction of Nosy Neighbor.
She wasn’t looking at us directly but shooting us some pretty vicious side-eye as she
