What Happiness Looks Like, part II

“Mom! Tom’s on the roof of our garage!” Clarke calls from the kitchen. I walk over and peer up through the window, and sure enough, there is an extension ladder propped up against my garage and Tom, my next door neighbor, is up there. I go upstairs and lean out my bedroom window. He has a shovel and is scraping the moss off, as well as throwing down the collection of missing balls batted up by the kids over the course of the summer.
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