and slowly, her sharp edges softened. She opened up about her past, her grief, and her loneliness. And I shared my own quiet dreams and heartbreaks.By the time she came home, we weren’t just neighbors anymore. We were something closer.Now,

we sit on her porch together — the former neighborhood grouch and the “invisible” secretary — sipping iced tea and waving to the people she once scolded.Funny how saving a life can change two.