My Neighbor EGGED My House Because He Hated My Piano Songs — My Daughter’s Payback Was So Perfect, Even He Came Out to Apologize
My name is Velma, and at 67, I’ve spent the past three years living alone in my cozy little house on Elm Street. It’s been just me ever since my husband, Arvid, passed away after a sudden illness. The doctors said it was his heart, but I’ve always believed it was something deeper, something worn…