to borrow the mixer again.
Actually, she stopped borrowing almost anything for several months.
Then one afternoon in October, she appeared at my door.
She pointed toward the garage.
“Do you still have the pressure washer?”
“Yes.”
She sighed.
“Do you still have those forms?”
I smiled.
“Absolutely.”
She rolled her eyes.
But she signed one.
And when the pressure washer came back, it was clean.
On time.
With a full tank.
People often say lending things to your neighbors is simply part of being neighborly.
I agree.
But generosity
