She Collapsed in Her Yard: The Secret Hidden in Her Hole Left Me Breathless
Across the way, Mrs. Cartwright, my elderly neighbor, was in her yard. She was a petite woman, and possessed a kind smile. Even at sixty-seven, she had a certain vibrant energy, although I knew her health was notoriously touchy. Today, she was relentlessly digging. Hard. Her frail arms repeatedly jabbed a spade into the unforgiving ...