I went to her house ready to start a war.
It was 7:45 on a Tuesday, and the screaming through the fence had been going on for hours. Not crying — screaming. I’m 72. I served my country. I buried my wife. I earned my peace.
Since she moved in, peace had been gone.
I pounded on her door. It flew open before …
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