Edward was a good neighbor.
Edward was a friend, who loved tooling around in the garage and eating his wife, Melissa's cooking, and of course, her pies and cookies, which she often shared with me, making me feel like Edward and I were sharing a camaraderie, permitted only a select few.
She decided one day to toil in the garden, requesting and receiving a truckload of soil, biting off more than she could chew, and knowing full well that there was only one shovel, so Edward would not be included in her dilemma.
Working an entire day, she had barely made a small notch in the pile, realizing that spreading this much soil would take several men several hours to accomplish.
I unearthed a shovel from the garage, rang the doorbell, and presented it to Edward, so he could happily assist Melissa in her task, knowing he would love the idea, though he did mumble something under his breath.
I'm a good neighbor.
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