During the afternoon, I had two visitors. Sabrina and Gary both showed up on my doorstep at separate times. Sabrina came first around one o’clock as I was unloading my groceries in the kitchen.
“I saw you pull into the driveway, and I ran over to catch you while Gary’s out playing golf,” she said. “Have I mentioned how jealous I am of your driveway?”
“I believe you’ve mentioned it before.”
My house was one of the few on the block that had a driveway leading from the street to my garage out back. Most of my neighbors had to pull into their garages from the alley, something the majority of them, Sabrina and Gary included, hated.
“You have no idea how annoying it is to have to come through the alley, Patrick. I can’t stand it. Anyway, that’s my problem, not yours, and that’s not what I ca
