Chapter 2 — The lesson no one expected
Hours later, I did something in Monica's front garden that made the entire neighborhood go out to look.
I didn't break anything.
I didn't scream.
I didn't insult her.
I just placed a folding table in front of your house.
On top of that I put a large poster, written in black letters:
“FREE FRUIT — COURTESY OF A NEIGHBOR WHO NO LONGER HAS A HARVEST.”
Ben looked at me confused.
“Mom... why are you doing this?”
I crouched down in front of him.
Because I want everyone to know what happened. But we're not going to become people like her.
My young daughter stood sitting in the stroller, hugging her wrist.
I took out my phone and placed on the table several photographs I had taken that morning: the completely empty trees, the split branches and the Daniel staircase lying on the ground.
Then I added a second sheet.
