The Importance of Minding Your Own Business

The street curved ahead of me, when I followed it past more old houses. Across the street there was a tall Victorian, painted in several bright shades of yellow and pink. There were a dozen steps up to the front porch, when each baluster was painted in a complex repeating design. You'd go for advice, and she'd set you down, and listen to you as she poured tea into matching cups. And after you'd got it all off your chest, she'd quietly sit with you, and tilt her head toward the side. And you'd realize you already knew just what you needed to do. This one was the one that all the kids dared each other to approach on Halloween