Danielle looked up from the bag of garbage she was dumping into one of the trash cans by her garage. She found a round, pink face, covered by a wide-brimmed hat and two hands bearing gardening gloves, one of which was holding a trowel. The hand with the trowel waived at her. “Hi there,” Danielle said. “Harriet, isn’t it?”
“Yes. And you?”
“I’m Danielle. Pleased to meet you.” Danielle finished putting away her trash and went over to the fence that separated her from her new neighbor.
Harriet dropped the trowel, removed her gloves, and extended one bare hand for a shake. “And where are you from, Danielle?”
“Dallas. Just moved in.”