The Beauty Secrets of Cave Dwellers (The Saturday Evening Post)
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“From the day Jane walked out our front door — taking everything of value she could stuff in her car, except our seven-year-old daughter, Shoshana — the ferrets began appearing in our backyard. Every evening, they would creep through the straggling peonies and rustle the black-spotted old-fashioned roses. Before long, once night fell, they’d wander right up onto our porch.”
Sometimes relationships between neighbors can be complicated. To read the rest of the story in The Saturday Evening Post, look here.
