this morning #1516.
this morning, under the cover of the pre-dawn lack of light, i hurried my way into the neighbors’ backyard. quietly pried my way into their shed. they need a better lock. i was determined to find something—anything—that’ll help that journalist out. when she left yesterday, i could tell that i’d let her down. ever since our initial interaction, i’d led her to believe that i knew more about my neighbors than i actually do, led her to believe that i was the keeper of secrets. i’m not & if i hadn’t pretended that i was just so i could get in the newspaper, we never would’ve had that run-in with the husband. now she seems hellbent on figuring out who they really are. i’m wary of the harm that may come to her because of it.