My Neighbor Irina: 1. Bad Romance
When my cute new neighbor needed help with her lawnmower, why would I refuse? Her gratitude, fueled by a deep and unspoken loneliness carries us into a series of adventures...
It was one of those muggy, sweltering days we get in the Midwest. You know the kind, where you just sit and sweat in the shade. Naturally, it was the day I absolutely had to mow the lawn. So, at ten in the morning, I fired up the mower, feeling guilty about burning gas on such a hot day in defiance of EPA air quality alerts, and soon I was a soaking-wet mess, but my lawn was short and neat. “Hey, hellooo,” I heard as I wa...