My neighbor is 78 and lives alone—a kind, quiet woman.
So when a young man started visiting her, I didn’t think much of it.
Until the screaming.
One day I knocked. The door opened to her wearing a sequined blue turban and a red feather boa. She smiled and said, “You’re just in time. We’re about to start Act Two.”
The man appeared and explained they were rehearsing a play. She used to teach drama.....





