My Neighbor Charged Her EV at My House Every Night—She Never Expected What I Did Next.
Then I glanced across the fence.
There he was.
Sitting beside Vanessa’s front steps.
Except now his little green scarf had been painted white.
I stood at the fence and stared.
Vanessa came outside holding coffee.
“Oh, Eleanor!”
She followed my gaze.
“This little guy is adorable, isn’t he?”
“That’s mine.”
She blinked.
“What?”
“The fox.”
“Oh.”
She laughed.
“I found him near the side yard. I thought someone had thrown him out.”
“He was beside my hydrangeas.”
“Really?”
“Yes.”
She looked at the fox.
“Well, the kids love him.”
I waited.
Vanessa did not offer to return him.
I should have walked over and picked him up.
Instead, I heard my husband’s old voice inside my head telling me not to waste energy on foolishness.
So I said:
“Just bring him back when they get tired of him.”
“Absolutely.”
They apparently remained fascinated for nine months.
I told myself
