Max Lovely stopped his old Chrysler at the end of his driveway. His neighbor was on her front porch, struggling with a plastic trash can in the fading light. He turned off the engine.
“I’ll get that for you, Mrs. Grybowski.”
She sighed. “This garbage can keeps getting bigger.”
“They have a way of doing that.” He carried it down to the sidewalk and left it beneath the old maple tree in front of… Continue