“Lidia have a new boyfriend?” Dawn asks as she walks to her mailbox the next day.

My garden-gloved hands pause. I sit back on my calves and look her way, raising one hand to block the bright sun. “What?” I ask, not understanding her question.

With mail in hand, she walks towards me at the front flower bed.

“I’ve seen a young man in a dark pickup visiting your house, and he was at the pool party,” Dawn explains. “I figured he was Lidia’s new fella. I guess ...