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December 5, 2007
I finally met my next-door neighbor, who filled me in on the other, unseen neighbors. The ones across from me are “like Boo Radley” and you never see them (nor do they maintain their palms, which is sad and unsightly). Next to the Radleys are a French couple: he owns a restaurant in San Francisco and is rarely home, and she is usually in France. The next house has been for sale for over a year because it has a strange layout. My neighbor’s husband is wheelchair-bound with Parkinson’s, but she believes he’ll walk again because she prays every day.