My Divorced Neighbor Told Me She Was Going to Steal My Husband, So I Humiliated Her at a Barbecue—Then She Found a Way to Shut Down My Bakery
“What is this?”
“A housewarming gift.”
I pointed toward the contents.
“You have your own screwdriver set now.
Batteries.
Lightbulbs.
Even a jar opener.”
The nearby conversations slowed.
