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

For twenty-seven years, the red light became our private joke.

People knew we met in a minor traffic accident.

Almost nobody knew Patrick had actually run the light.

He was embarrassed by that part.

Whenever I teased him:

“You broke the law to meet me.”

He answered:

“Best traffic violation of my life.”