The Making of Friends

I had no plan when I first bought the house next door. The house itself was one in a long row of townhomes, distinguished more by their numbers than by their features. Two long high windows were cut out of the siding on the left side, one on the right. All the front of the house was flat, which was more than could be said about the door in the middle with the top half of the screen arching its back. The five steps leading up to it were made of cracked concrete that grew more grass than the rest