She looked around the room. There were women of all shapes and sizes. A lithe, muscular woman in the front was nailing every step. In the back, an older woman with a heavy-set frame was moving slower, but her smile was the widest in the room.
Mrs. Gable declines, but later she sends over a basket of apples. “I still think you’re odd,” the note says. “But you’re good neighbors.” She looked around the room