Evelyn felt her throat go dry. Indian sex It took a week for the first wave across the yards. She squinted, her glass hovering near her lips. But Evelyn’s pulse kept humming, her body still pressed to the glass — warm in places she’d almost forgotten. First, they saw her. Small talk by the fence turned into friendly waves when they crossed paths at the mailbox. Evelyn watched them every few evenings — the girl dragging boxes inside well after dark, the man carrying a giant headboard all by himself, laughing when Savannah fussed at him to be careful. No fences, just a wide stretch of grass and a low hedge someone planted years ago, more for decoration than privacy. She told herself she’d just watch a second. Savannah bent to tug a box open, hair falling like a curtain around her face. Sometimes Evelyn found herself standing in her garden just to catch Savannah in the
