One afternoon, I was carrying groceries home when she called out to me from behind her fence.
“You live nearby, James?”

I stopped walking. “A couple houses down.”
She studied me carefully. “Hmm. Want to earn some decent money, son?”
I froze. “Doing what?”
She opened the front door and motioned for me to come in. “Help me out. We’ll settle on a price. I’ll explain over tea.”