Twelve Days After My Husband Died, My Neighbor Stripped Every Fruit Tree Bare—Then She Told Me Why

Lucas stood near the fence.

Then I said:

“We have already lost enough.”

Brenda stepped aside.

PART 38 — SHARING DOES NOT MEAN PRETENDING

The pie did not fix us.

Important.

The next month Brenda and I argued over a branch from Patrick’s pear tree extending across the property line.

Apparently grief does not improve neighbor relations permanently.

“You need to trim that.”