“Hi, young hottie!” Dawn yells toward me as she scurries from her front porch toward Sylvie’s driveway. I’m sure I turn three shades of red.

It’s Thursday afternoon, and I suppose she’s been glued to her front window and security camera app most of the afternoon. Sylvie warned me about Dawn’s voyeuristic capabilities.

While I love that her cameras help keep Sylvie safe, I fear her keeping tabs on us might get annoying. I chat on the lawn with Dawn for a couple of ...