The Braywood Bookends

She lives at the top of Braywood Drive, I live at the bottom. We walk together nearly every day, something we started at least a year ago. Maybe two  years, I don't know. We never run out of things to talk about. My friend, mi amiga, Nilsa. She wants to move because her house is on the corner and she thinks the neighborhood is going downhill. On Mother's Day, around 6 a.m., a neighbor kid drove his car across her lawn and into the cars parked in the driveway, totaling her husband's car and smashing it into hers. That was the final straw. The house went on the market. I was sad and not -so-secretly hoped that it would take a while for the house to sell. They got a contract right away, but it fell through, and they wound up taking the house off the market for most of the summer. Now it is on the market again...  All I can do is enjoy our times together while we have them.