Jim wasn’t sure what to wear to the festival. Earlier in the day he’d put the lights on the house as well as a couple light-up lawn ornaments, an angel and a deer, he’d purchased at a discount store. With Edward’s help, of course.
Edward had showed up on time, looking cute in tight jeans and a T-shirt. The Edward he’d known before had been really thin, but now the man had bulked up some, put on weight, and it looked really good on him.
As they worked on the lawn ornaments, Mrs. Garner, from the neighboring house, had stood on her driveway, hands on her hips as she watched them. She’d introduced herself to Jim the day after he’d moved in.
“Hi, Mrs. Garner,” Jim called out politely.
“Hello, yourself.”
“What do you think?” He gestured to the lawn stuff.
She had told him that, though not
